Animorph - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Damjonboi)

[Chorus]

I watched my mans turn into a snake just like an Animorph

Triple S-ing, Turbo S-ing, pedal pressing, crash the Porsche

You a duck like Oregon, I hear it's beef, go grab a fork

Unky said he Adam Silver if they turn the trap to sport

I wish I had some Act' to pour, Amiri jeans, attach the torch

I ain't going back and forth, a hundred shots, go ask the Lord

Ahki office looking like an orchard, shit, it's jacks galore

I wanna share the sunlight, but they couldn't even stand the storm

[Verse]

Duh, I scam, but I'll fuck around and come and cash the store

Out here trusting bitches, that's a dork, I be done smacked a whore

On the 8 like Eminem, me and Ju, we done matched a four

Vintage tee, but I ain't hit the thrift shop like Macklemore

Glocky with the switch'll make a giant look small

Hungry for the opps, I'm lookin' Asian tryna cook dog

It's a dirty game, the refs ain't lookin', I might push off

Skinnies with the pads, in the field like it's football

Belt to ass season, walk him down, I might just whoop dog

Teach his dumb ass a lesson

I see it's syrup on your pancakes, I drunk that for breakfast

850 out in Dallas in that one bag in Texas

Don't even ask about the sneaks I'm wearin', they ain't out

Ain't never drove a snowplow, but I paved the route

DSM the gang, you disrespectin', we gon' bang it out

Get the drop and stake his house

I was made to be great and I waited, what's to hate about?

Once it's up, you'll never ever see that flame put out

Once it's stuck, we can't face to face and handshake it out

Fuck the opps, whack they brothers, fuck they sisters, serve they uncles fetty

Chillin' like a villain in the middle of the jungle ready

[Interlude]

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, you know what the fuck going on, RIP $cams

Phew, I ain't done yet though, alright

[Verse 2]

They know my name up from Cadieux down to Dragoon

Wakin' up past noon, how the fuck your bag move?

Money on the floor, I spinned the bitch like some Pirelli tires

Jefe blending out of town, he somewhere with the fetty buyers

If I keep on crackin', pouring pints, gon' probably need DeVita

Ten 'bows, touch seven hybrid of the three sativa

You ain't played the joggy right, you did it off the cheap Adidas

Hellcat, Hellephant engine, whip could probably beat a cheetah (Skrrt)