Intro - Intellectual

[Intro]

WoodOnDaBeat!

[Chorus]

First off, don't be callin' when I'm in the zone

Matter fact, don't call me 'less you niggas really talkin' a brick

I'm in my city tryna put my other niggas on

I ain't tryna pull up 'cause you niggas never talkin' 'bout shit (Skrt-skrt)

I swear these niggas they be cappin' hard as Dimma-dome

Somebody give this boy a Emmy, I swear this nigga actin' a gift

I took a break, I had to leave that rap shit alone

Got back in that bag, fuck a nigga, now I'm back in this bitch

[Verse 1]

Actin' a fool, I'm back in the stu'

I'm havin' fun up in this bitch, I called my niggas, now they back in it too

Just called some bitches, now they jiggin' and we mackin' 'em too

I'm gettin' top, recordin' while she throw it back in the booth

30 on me, check my nigga and hе packin' it too

My let one off and get producеr runnin' fast out a room

Then play it cool, so we can get this nigga back in the room

Record a track then and tip 'em extra for the crack in the roof

Let me get back to that top and quit that fuckin' 'round

Funny nigga shit, but I ain't laughin' when that cuddy 'round

Had to go and cut some niggas off 'cause I can't trust 'em now

Get to ballin', gotta play it perfect like the buzzer round

Drop a nigga even if I think he gon' fold

Circle small, but we gon' put the whole city on go

Shout-out Dezzo, that's my nigga, I'll drop any over bro

He know if I make it first then I'ma get eem on froze

Hundred-fifty on bro, nigga, anything go

Take his son and brother shoppin', I ain't stingy on bro

Shit, but I ain't gon' cap, we gon' both get a bag

Twin scat-packs, make a nigga shitty on the road (Skrt-skrt)

[Verse 2]

I'm a city boy, I got these niggas actin' up

How you up, but yo' bitch wanna fuck me? Shit ain't addin' up (Huh?)

I'm the type of nigga fuck yo' bitch and come and smoke a pack wit' ya

That be with the same hand that was smackin' her ass, nigga (Haha)

Shit, but what he don't know can never hurt a nigga (Facts)

She want some Louis on her clothes, she ain't worth it, nigga

I cock the bitch up like a toolie, then I kick her to the curb

How bitches be that boujie when they work at hooters servin' niggas? (On the gang)

Bitch, I ain't leavin' no tip, you passed (Hell nah)

I'm gon' switch you like you new fit, new bag (Hell yeah)

Don't be callin' if you ain't a new bitch (Hell nah)

I'ma hit you with that, "New phone, who the fuck is this?"

On the Take, nigga, bow