Bro Code - Intellectual

[Intro]

Feet

[Chorus]

Ayy, fuck the bro code

Tryna dickride 'cause I'm poppin', niggas homo

I fucked your bitch in like two days, that ho on go-go

These niggas beefin' for they album to get some promo

I caught him lackin', but we kept that on the low-low

[Verse 1]

2Feet, what's the move?

Bitch think that I'm green, ho, I'm a dog like Scooby Doo

The plug say I had his trust, I just did what I had to do

Bust down with the crew

Don't give fuck 'bout sellin' my soul 'cause shit gon' come, boy cool

My ex think that I'm toxic, but that bitch gon' come back too

Put a rubber band on my bankroll, hope that bitch don't never leave me

Judge say, "Thirty years, I'll see you again," he don't never see me, yeah

I just flex

Can't wait to put my Hancock on a check

Which one next?

Snatched his Rollie, huh, he had fake baguettes

Grandma restin'

Wish you could see this, this 2Feet at his best

That's a fact

Please don't say I'm next, 'cause niggas know I'm the best

[Verse 2]

Talk my, talk my shit, they know I talk my shit, huh

I ain't goin' back and forth, huh, quick to slap a bitch

I had my pistol tucked, I don't even give no fuck

I was ridin' low, took the deuce-deuce in the club

I'm talkin' 'bout uh

Who the fuck say that was Feet? Huh

He keep talkin' 'bout them hotbox, he ain't never been in them streets

Yeah, my young nigga tote them beams, huh, green bean on them beams

I'm talkin' 'bout red bottom, murder scene, huh

Smoke, we burn the scene, yeah

Pussy wet, it creamy, huh

Slime smash on that Demon, huh

I don't even know lil' bro

Slime him out no reason

Took a bitch on a date, didn't pay for it

Like Gotti 'nem say, gotta wait for it