Macc Bashin - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Niggas quiet when they see us, but on Instagram, they EBK and Macc Bashin'

Let me know if it's static 'cause we could match havoc

I heard your homie got popped in the stomach, that's tragic

Promise you say Bandit and popped it, I'm coming black magic

Nigga offered him, bitch, you can't never let your guard down

We put on for the city, and, shit, it's ours now

He ain't macking, he an addict, he ain't really active

Bitch was sucking dick and you tricking up on her, silly rabbit

If I ain't in the booth or getting loot, then, bitch, I'm sitting at home

He talking out his neck, we hit his set, we tryna get him gone

You ain't the homie, you MIA when the rain fall

[?], you right behind me, I hate y'all

Tinted windows in San Jacinto headed Southbound

Roll the window down, if you see a chicken then chow down

Chickens in they neck then we gon' step and we gon' rock and roll

Getting to this shit, if you ain't with it, I'ma rock alone

Niggas know about the team 'cause we elite status

[?] for your blower but, nigga, he has it

Before my opps pick up a blower, they gon' type a storm

Stomp his teeth into the pavement, make him bite the floor

Something wrong, I'm infatuated with violence, cuz

Knock him out with duct tape, [?], you tie him up

Shit, he ain't macking, that nigga broke and don't slide enough

Lil' shawty into gangsters and murderers and that type of stuff

Bitch, I went from taking phones to really cracking houses

The shit you brag about we did and we ain't rap about it

He a buster, his older homies is rats and mouses

I just did a story promo for a half a thousand

I'm in the cell with grimey macs and they gon' slide for sure

I heard he had his blower but ain't shoot it, nigga died a ho

I love my niggas, we rocking and rolling right or wrong

Your homie died, is you gon' slide or niggas writing songs?