Popcaan - Intellectual

[Chorus: Nikz]

Look

Don't fall like humpty, man get dumpy

Tell bro back that pumpy

This Friday funky, KitKat chunky

Beef play straight it's one key

Fry man, Kentucky, chip unlucky, man don't box like rocky

Just back that flicky, run man down and slap this stick like hockey

Spill juice on pepper, leave man curl up, somebody call 911

A92 stay winning the beef

You're nuts if you think that the niners won

Yo, say we don't slide to the B but

We slid to the B and your boy got bun

I pop corn at the 9, no popcorn, anything 9 get popped with corn

[Verse 1: Kebz]

Might just lean out the ride and scream

Where the pagans like we be we be

Get round there, broad day on violеnce, man don't care like Jmе

*** Got splashed 3 times by that's 123

Oh no I didn't ride for the, small boy got rushed to the A&E

[Verse 2: Nikz]

If you fuck with the A92, stand up

Put one hand up in the air like Hitler

Bad Bs get gassed like *** More time when I double tap their insta

I got guys in the can like fizz

Cah they don try give 'em a ching like fizzler

*** Nearly got put in a spliff, pack, grave or put in a rizzla

[Verse 3: Kebz]

Take them trips back and forth, sweep some heads like Willow Smith

Man I said we too much step on the

Pagans strip, shopped up like Morty and Rick

The hand ting cough cough like Corona, let it sneeze and call it sick

Don't know why I see some pagan yutes

In the strip, I'll make sure you're next

[Verse 4: Nikz]

If I spin this coupe on a man

I'm making him run like Shaggy and Scoob

Scoobydoobydoo where are you?

We'll play hide and seek or tag, I choose you

Swing that rammy, aim for your head

I'm tryna see red, ain't talk about loubs

Buss down rollie

Make a man drip or make a man drown, I'm icy like cubes

[Verse 5: Kebz]

If you want more, we get them drops

Ask your booboo, ask your pagan baby

Mr creme brulee lee

It's a big boy game in the field, 3-0, by, home and away-way

We get round there in broad day-day

Look at them run and they screaming out mayday

[Verse 6: Nikz]

I pull up on them with bandana and

Know they go singing like Hannah Montana

I circle whenever the weather

You might need umbrella, ain't talking Rihanna

I don't really fight like Umaga, I back my katana and never surrender

I bake on black like a panther, I call it T'Challa, Wakanda forever

I'm tryna cop me a toy that can take a

Man's life, I ain't talking about Chucky the doll

So don't lack on my side

If you lack on my side, guarantee you gon fall

Walk with a thing on my hip for whenever

I buck into them, I ain't down for a brawl

I'm tryna see goals when I'm up in the field

If you ain't tryna score better pass me the ball

[Verse 7: Kebz]

Man I ain't really mad about bars

But my bars come mad in the beat like this

Me I say pop this can, no Popcaan

Guess you can call that a yardie hit

Bad B she in love with my drip

And I like the way that I make her drip

But we can't stay silent-o, when I'm in the T, now she watch me whip

The went out the back like, but I scored ten

Spent 5 on a caine like that

I had to chop that, man it weren't to

If I ever get caught on the lack, oh snap, watch man turn Mr Miyagi

Baby just swing me the addy, man I get round there happy as Larry