Serious String. - Intellectual

[Intro]

[Verse 1: 99zed & Dubich]

Shelterin' myself from everybody that I know (yeah)

Feel like Chael Sonnen I can't let you get too close

Gimme the fuckin' dutches and suffocation from the smoke

Coughin' up my innards is the best way I could go

Too-too-too cooked up got me thinking different

I wanna see a thousand bodies thrown around my city

Heard that Dubich comin' up now you be looking silly

We gonna let our nuts hang like the fan from the ceilin'

[Verse 2: 99Zed & Dubich]

Never let 'em know the next move, had to switch it up

Shakin' in your boots I heard your cadence pitchin' up

Shawty only want me for my numbers

Bitch I got the hole in one I ain't even grab the putter

I'ma lay it down and ghost her by the end of the summer

Then cycle to the next one, 'cause I'm that motherfucker

With my back against the wall I still hit you with that crescent

You the type to switch up on your brothers for a blessin'

Definition of insanity, you never learn your lesson

Finna catch a 187 time to aim it at your tendon (yeah)

You can hear it my voice, all these crackers got me sick

Tryna' to hop up on the wave, told 'em hop up off my dick

We just smokin' hella dutches steady posted in the sticks (Yeah)

If he offside we gonna hit 'em wit' the stick

All black fit like I'm finna hit a lick

Don't talk slick or your ass gettin' hit

I've been in a void still annoyed that I live

Fallin' for a minute man I feel like John Wick

Breaking news

Two residents real niggas commit heinous acts while their nuts hang

Back to you Scott

Me and Dubi smokin' doobies while we cruisin' to the store

Ma-ma-masked up, everybody put their faces on the floor

Po-po-pop a couple rounds, grab the money then we go

GTA, steal the whip, now we tryna to duck the smoke

[?] my sklats keep walkin'

Lu-lu-lurkin' in the shadows heard the sirens but we lost it

Spin it right back, cause we feeling hella toxic

Pu —pu –pull a Jesse Pinkman up the fire through my pocket