Prince Of The Mitten - Intellectual

[Part I: Jesus Shuttlesworth]

[Intro]

(Phew)

Hey (Phew)

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

Me and Stan just fucked up AT&T

(Phew)

Hey (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga)

Hey, hey, ShittyBoyz

[Verse]

Me and Stan ran it up off of EDD

Bitch'll never get a ring like CP3

Ain't no coffee in my cup, bitch, I'm drinking lean

Caught him broad day, easy breezy, I ain't need a beam

12 had to let me go, I told 'em, "I ain't see a thing"

Yeezy fiend, closet stacked with adidas sneaks

Trackhawks, Hellcats, shit look like Need for Speed

Best believe I'ma be the GOAT whеn I leave the lеague

[Part II: Dark Web]

[Verse]

(Damjonboi)

Puncher next to me, made a hundred off the dark web

Doggy got that fake Bape, hundred for a shark head (Brr)

T-shirt Chrome, tell the lil' bitch, "My heart dead" (Yeah)

Vanilla this, vanilla that, the young Tron was giffy grabbin'

Made his whole car stop, I fucked around and 50-cal'ed it (Pew, pew)

Late night, you only talk, you something like Jimmy Fallon

Put that lil' fucking gun down, my hitman really active

[Part III: I'm Good, Pt. 5]

[Verse]

Two titties, give your ass a hundred piece

Track.2s, walk around in thousand dollar running sneaks (Phew)

Ksubi jeans looking tight 'cause it's a dub in these

2014, True Religions, belt double G's

So much ice on my neck, the bitches in the club gon' freeze

All the shit I seen up in my life'll make your stomach quease (Phew)

Thinking shit sweet? Huh, come and see

Fell asleep and woke up confused, I done drunk a three

[Part IV: I Dog Hoes]

[Verse]

I been dogging hoes since I was twelve, this shit ain't nothing new

Dog Shit Militia, up some pape' or we won't fuck with you

Five thousand on the Cartiers, I got the buffest view

Fuck around and dunk on yo' ass if it's up with you

[Part V: Hands On]

[Verse]

If the chopstick jam, shit, I'm getting hands on

If yo' pieces hitting, why you never put yo' mans on?

Mm-hmm, cut it out, you a ham, bro

Thousand dollar coat, thousand dollar coffee cup

I got fifties, I got hunnids, lil' bitch, the joggy stuffed (Brrr)

Pendant after pendant, I'ma have Hutchie sauce me up

Touch a hair on me? Guarantee we sending doggy up

[Part VI: Legendary]

[Verse]

Free Ri', what brodie did? That shit was legendary

Poured an eight in January, I was sleep till February (Shit)

Pretty bitch, she look too nice but the head was scary

Three-five after three-five, like it's necessary

[Part VII: Slippin']

[Verse]

Five thousand dollar fit, I'm dressing excellent

I'll slide down, you the type be sending messages

Nah, for real, see him out, I bet we pressing him

I ain't road running, shit, I sent seven Mexicans

[Part VIII: Whole Lotta Choppas]

[Verse]

Whole lotta choppas at the spot, bitch, we like the army

I just hit a bitch off the buffs, said she like the Carti's

I can out-smoke Bob, bitch, I'm high as Marley

Chilling at the crib making pape', ain't the type to party

[Part IX: Rusty]

[Verse]

Chopstick rusty, unky sliding with a old rifle (Phew)

Sliding in a Striker, no registration, no title (Shit)

Scam star, brodie in the kitchen by a snow pile (Phew, phew, phew)

I got a lotta kids trying to steal my whole style (Phew, phew, phew)

[Part X: Wack Jumper]

[Verse]

European sneakers every day, my closet look like Saks (Shit)

Fool sipping NyQuil, he thinking that it look like Act' (Lame)

Pack of Backwood's pearls, shit, they look like Blacks (Phew)

Said that he had 'thrax, opened the pack and it looked like cap (Phew, phew)

[Part XI: Uncle Elroy]

[Verse]

Five percent tint, you can't see shit (Phew)

Tryna ride the wave? Fuck around and you get seasick (I swear to God)

Pay this motherfucker off, we don't lease whips (Skrrt, skrrt)

Keep your lips sealed, you know loose lips, they sink ships (Lips)

[Part XII: A Week Ago]

[Verse]

Eighty racks, put it in my Louis V. backpack (Phew)

Hellcat'ing, bitch, we upgraded from them Scat Packs (Skrrt)

Ran it up fast, shit, I should've played some halfback (Nyoom)

It don't matter what the fuck you make if you can't stack

[Part XIII: Miami In November]

[Verse]

Miami in November, feel like Ray, shit, I'm living life (Yeah)

If you care about it, don't quit 'til you get it right (You better)

I pray for you if my shooter got you in his sight (Pow-pow)

Shit talker, I been doing this since Fisher Price (Lil' boy)

[Part XIV: The Truth]

[Verse]

Habibi firebombing, got a missile tucked (Ha)

If them robbers come through, then I guarantee they give it up (Give it up)

Lifestyle huge, this basic bitch, she into little stuff (Bum)

Hit a bucket, shit, I'm getting clutch (Phew)

Unky spot a fiend, whip it up, and then he fix her up (Phew, phew)

You ain't got the heart, go 'head, pull the trigger, punk

Dog Shit Militia, ShittyBoyz, it ain't no switching up (Phew)

[Part XV: Free Mine]

[Verse]

Dior kicks, Mike Amiris, Glocky with the switch (Shit)

Hitman a motherfucker, catching bodies, no attempts (Brrow)

Out the way, but I'm still prolly in the mix

Wock'y, I'ma sip, got me feeling godly in this bitch (Phew, phew, yeah)

[Part XVI: Akorn]

[Verse]

Widebody, don't know where to park at (Skrrt-skrrt)

Unky in the kitchen whipping in a Chrome Heart mask (Phew, phew)

Chop with the telescope'll send 'em where the stars at (Pow-pow)

Backwood full of moon rock, I'm where Mars at (Phew)

[Part XVII: STFU]

[Verse]

Tell a bitch, "Shut the fuck up" with her broke-ass

In that Transformer, big engine, finna float past (Skrrt)

Ninety dollar eighthy in the 'Wood, I only blow gas (Shit)

No pass, gang sliding down like the road's bad (Skrrt)

Ain't no ho in I, I step dolo (Yeah)

Pocket look azul, red bottoms, every step rojo

Need a pair of new Yeezys, shit, I'm finna check Nojo

Paint his nose red, we ain't aiming at yo' chest, bozo (Brrrr)

[Part XVIII: Meg The Stallion]

[Verse]

High as hell, done woke up off the Wock' like, where the fuck I'm at? (Brr)

I don't fucking scrap, you throw a jab and I'ma up the strap (Phew)

Punching jacks at the scam house, I'm finna double back (Phew)

Ten thousand dollar fit (Phew), I spent a dub in Saks

This some zaza (Phew, phew), you smell it even when it's bubble wrapped (Phew)

[Part XIX: Spend Some Money]

[Verse]

I just want to spend some money

On the block with some, titi'll test it for me

F&N hanging on my hip, we ain't wrestling, dumnmy

I done had some rainy days, but I bet the rest be sunny

[Outro]

Hey

Dog Shit Militia, ShittyBoyz

You know what the fuck going on

Can't fuck with me

Yeah