DND - Intellectual

I put my phone on dnd cuz I ain’t feel like talking

And I can’t stop from sippin lean but it make me nauseous

We be sliding with red beams I bet I hit my target

I sat and watched all them niggas eat while I was starving

We spin the block we paint it red red like the red carpet

Take one of mine then you gone die 300 like spartin

I filled my neck up with ice like I’m from the artic

That boy lucky he alive we just ain’t caught him

Real niggas don’t say that they real but nigga I’m real

I pray bro don’t overdose he gone off peels

Be who you say that you are say what you feel

I swear I went through so much pain ain’t get to heal

And we wet up the block like a hurricane

All white Air Force cocain

And them niggas be hating they so lame

My shooter ain’t saying he no named

He diss he gone die just for fame

Collateral damage its road rage

They gone need umbrellas like no rain

And we snatch off his neck like no chain

And I’m finna blow like a parruschute

If he pull up we jack him embarrass you

Better go chase some money you better do

We gone knock off your afro if you dare to shoot

If I got it you got it I’ll share with you

If you cross me my nigga I’ll bury you

I ride for my team I carry you

And my shot be on point and I barley hoop

And I’m having that green like a salad do

If we pull up front line attacking you

I’ma up with a Glock I ain’t scratching you

If he pull up he flying like Aladdin do

And we want the smoke and the static too

And I’m 30k not a average dude

If I pull up I’m shouting like practice do

Put a rack on yo head! what’s rack would do?

Just cuz you got money and cars don’t make you real

He who cross one of us he will get spilled

We spot a nigga head shot we shoot to kill

Yeah yeah we shoot foreal