Fyeman - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Damn, Glacier, this one finna kill these niggas)

(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfuckin' beat?)

(Ah, nah, you ain't make that motherfucker)

(iMixNation for real)

Fireman, fireman, no water, I got hoes

Extendo on my pole, dripping on my clothes

I'm the dope man, dope man, quarters, halves and wholes

Bring him up that road, let the jakes play with they nose

Real ice on my wrist, fuck nigga, I'ma hold it up

I'm from the trench so you know I don't give a fuck

On every track, Veno bringing that pressure

I'm in the trap tryna run up my commas up

I'm with the gang, we armed and dangerous

Don't think, face back, I up and blank it

Niggas say I ain't strapped, what the fuck is you thinking?

I told him don't move, I'ma shoot if he blinking

I told him don't move, it's a stickup

Catch a body then fuck the whole lick up

If you a shooter, put your stick up

Money over these hoes, I ain't putting no bitch up

Money over these hoes, and no, I don't work

No, I don't trick, no, I don't flirt

No, I don't miss, you gon' leave in a hearse

Wanna ride for the gang, gotta put in some work

Oh, you on that gang shit?

Hi-Tech poured up in my Snapple on that purple rain shit

Posting on IG after I fuck, she on that lame shit

I could still have millions, I'm gon' still be on that same shit