Up That - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Check this out my nigga

5... 500 for the belt my nigga

He the finesse guy, all the hoes like when he come flex hard

Got the best on, no 9 to 5, they hit licks or run it through a credit card

Gimme that, gimme that

I'm in the back like fuck that punk

I go to work every day still rockin these bummy ass shoes with holes in the front

Got a nigga thinkin po trunk

Catch a little bitch while he sittin' outside smokin' on a blunt

I'm like fuck that nigga

I'm like fuck that, fuck that nigga

I'm like fuck that nigga

He got J's on and the Bape on, man fuck that nigga

Check this out my nigga

The double G stand out my nigga

Gimme that, gotta be worth a couple thou my nigga

He wanna flex huh, bout to take his ass down my nigga

You, you know that's Chi shit

We, we been on that Chi shit

Don't act like a nigga ain't come from that violence

We been stainin' niggas before Ye was thinkin' about college

I hate to get violent, but you out here stylin'

Like my shoes ain't catchin' the breeze, it's hard to keep silence

We out wilin', we out wilin'

Don't make a scene because I'd hate to involve sirens

J's on, up that shit

True's on, up that shit

Up that shit, up that shit

Up that shit, my nigga up that shit

J's on, up that shit

True's on, up that shit

Bitch bad, cuff that bitch

Cuff that bitch, my nigga up that shit