LA Drankers - Intellectual

[Intro: CEO Trayle]

Ayy, ayy, let's go

Yeah, I just left the lean man house, finna spin back around and take him down

These niggas pussy, they feel safe around

Let me know if that safe around

Ayy, if you gettin' some paper, I might stay around

Ayy, six rings just like Robert Horry, I'm an LA Laker now

They just don't know I'm finna turn this bitch to Capertown

I throw all the parties, get the problems straightened out

Thirty clips be hangin' out

Ayy, ayy, boobies on them 7.62s, boy, don't make me take 'em out

Dicks on them glicks, nigga, my chips quick

Before you suck this dick, bitch, wipe off that lipstick

Your ex was on that shrimp shit

I can't be your next, I see you tolerate that goofy shit

My lil' ho from the D say she want dick and I say, "Yeah, I'm hip"

Scoreboard, it's a blowout

Walked inside this bitch with two Glocks, brought four out

It's a bomb squad waitin', they done heard I brought C4 out

I can't stand no ho who ain't got crazy mouth

I rock thousand-dollar jeans just to ash on 'em

I drive the Scat' like a truck, we gon' smash on 'em

Cuban link cost a nigga coupe, check the clasp on it

Red in my fuckin' cup like I got a rash on it

He say he a trap star, he just cap hard

Thirty dollars spent on club pop, watch me make it dark

Glock 9, call it Iron Man, bitch, I'm Tony Stark

I done hit this 'Scotti way too hard, now I'm feelin' parched

If crackin' cards was a sport, nigga, I'm the MVP (No cap)

It's a thirty in this Glock, ain't no actin' tough with me

All that starin' in the club, that's how he end up on a tee (Bye-bye)

C4 said it's on the floor, gang made a hundred in his sleep

He quick to take a nigga out, turn an opp to make-believe (He gone)

Spent a twenty on this kit, you niggas can't compete with me

Nigga drinkin' so much lean, think I'm havin' Wocky dreams (Damn)

Hit that lil' ho from the back, think she feel it in her spleen

Niggas had all that lil' money, how the fuck you drinkin' green?

Say she hate me off that drank, think a nigga actin' mean (Sorry 'bout it)

BOA came with thirty, know a nigga wiped it clean

I be hatin' all them twenties, I can't fit 'em in my jeans