Deadeye - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Walk in the bank

Walk in the bank with a smile on my face like I own it

Nigga walk up, I walk down, I catch a fuck nigga lacking, I stone ’em

That boy like little kids, hell nah I don’t condone it

Nigga up on the gram flexing that shit, I’m like nigga you know you don’t own it

My brother got chop on his damn side, shit got deadeye, nigga get turned to a blunt

R-R-Road trip to the beach, 5 woods back to back, a young nigga slumped

Why the fuck do these niggas hate me, they treat me just like Trump

My damn son, tryna be like me, you ain’t come out my nut

Roll swisher no Dutch, grabba don’t touch, that shit fuck up my lungs

Where the dutt? Tryna go cop some, tryna gеt so high I feel the sun

Gotta back back, I don’t trust, don’t trust, know you been up to somethin’

Say wherе yo bitch at, you just kissed that hoe and she just gave me sucks

You put yo lips on that hoe, I put my dick in that hoe

I stay down for my brother, hell nah a nigga won’t fold

Why that fuck boy dickriding, nigga walk around with a chode

I got bands, I got bands, shit drop to my toes