Urus - Intellectual

[Intro]

SpeakerBangerz

Skrt

Ayo [?] this shit fye

[Verse 1]

Snowfall on my wrist, god damn boy

Why the opps tryna get me in the jam, boy

Cooking up like [?] boy

On the lamb, in the lamb, big landlord

Go brick by brick, no ban boy

Got the Cartier shades out the crip though

I ain't talking sunglasses, no no no

[?] for the clarity

Rollin' big pin weed, that's therapy

Track hot, young chief, Grand Cherokee

No tint on that thing, transparency

See him slide, like damn he arrogant

Got them blowers in the trunk, I'm airing it

If it ain't that stock, I ain't wearing it

Hit my [?] watch, she ain't sharing it

Face down, ass up, I ain't spare nothin

Not a rapper fuckin' with me, I ain't hearing nothin'

All the guns on the gram, you ain't scaring no one

Boy these suckas acting tough until they bury someone

Why thеse suckas throwing signs, they ain't from shit

Doing all them [?] you ain't slum shit

Rodе around your block and we spun shit

Drum on the K, hold a hundred

Two bust downs on the wrist, ho

Two touchdowns, bro need three mo'

Two phones, swap out, new flip phone (brr)

Fuck a job, I fuck with [?] though

I can knock any bitch in the world, dog

Wanna shop you gon' need a referral though

I don't talk much, lowkey lay back

That fabric, I'm cut from thorough dog

Why you sweating that bitch boy, blow her up

Got my feet kicked up from the curl up

Caught a fine time, boy you thirsty

I send two-word tecks, turn up

[?] the penthouse if I know you

{?] if I know blue

Sending hits over me so I know boo

Speaking Russian people stans, like who is you

[Chorus]

Bitch I'm that dude (yeah, mm)

Bitch I'm that dude

Slide with the ooze, yeah

Slide with the, slide with the uzi, uh

Fuck is you talking 'bout

Finna comets (how we rock)

Fuck is you talking 'bout, finna comets (what we doing, how we rock)

Fuck is you talking 'bout, here for they diamonds

[Verse 2]

We dropping rakes in they videos

Talking 'bout it's GDK, huh

Till he got caught without toast

Now that boy PB & J, huh

Brodi don't play with this nose

But bet that my shoota go J huh

And y'all be pressed for that push

But I'll be pressed for that pay, huh

I'm in the hood with the gang, really going crazy

Free baby, [?]

Choppa like black hot bitch, I double back on her, make her back turn

(skrrt) I

Skirted and strike like a fleet

Fuck around, murdered a kitty like me

Doing salt coke off of [?]

[?] she capping

She ate the eggs tryna rob my back till I take the pegs

Riding 'round town tryna shake the feds

Where I'm young and I grow up, tryna make them fed (that's a face car)

Gotta move around, cross tees, die eyes

[?] vice union and we locked eyes

Bet the left hit the pedal like a stop sign

Kept going, I ain't going back to jail, nah (ah nah nah)