Squabble N Rap - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Niggas' bitches choosing 'cause we poppin' now

Get up out your feelings and kill it with all that talking loud

That boy ain't active, he rappin' 'bout shit he not about

Ain't shooting from no seat, bounce out on feet, I'm tryna walk him down (CYOUNG on the beat)

I ain't playing 'bout my chicken, where my money, bitch?

Jesus is my witness, you get flipped for doing funny shit

That last skit, I can’t even rap about what we did

Man down, man down, it’s a messy murder on 25th

[Chorus]

See a opp and get to poppin', that’s all for the bag

Said he took a trip through 25th but I'm calling it cap

Ain't earned that cape behind his name, I ain't calling him that

Ain't really shit to do up in the pen', just squabble and rap

My brother died, when we catching suckers, we shooting 'em

This nigga just don’t listen, mama don’t know what to do with him

Remember they were saying, "Fuck Bandit", no, I ain't cool with 'em

And now they like, "I know Bandit, I went to school with him"

I be ducking from the police and moving on the low-key 'cause everybody know me (Yeah)

The first skit I ever did, I ain't get no sleep

Same bitches in my DMs them bitches that used to ghost me

Ayy, suckers, they hiding shit, it's 'bout time

Let’s wiggle to the south side and leave a nigga outlined

I get it cracking on mackin', I'm really 'bout mines

Got thirty in a 40, just praying somebody outside

[Verse 2]

We see a sucker, we gon' pop shots

You never hit a opp block, you folded when you got caught

The streets is cold, I keep a heater when it’s not hot

The suckers want my head just like Buddha, said I'm a Top vibe

They think them disses finna hurt me

They homies in the dirt deep, lil' mama tryna slurp me

You doing shit a nigga did when I was thirteen

Bounce out with a hoodie and do my boogie on 1st Street

Any nigga wanna squabble can fight the stick

Gave the bitch a hug and grabbed her ass, I don't like to kiss

I risk it all up for the Benjis, my life is his

Your homie died sliding for you, would you slide for him? (CYOUNG on the beat)

Lil' bad bitch, she throw good and she fine and shit

Free Tc, that on hood, bitch, what’s mine is his

It’s all good in the hood every night with Crips

Got put on to smoke wood, he don’t slide for shit

It's five mags and nine straps, better hide the kids

We park up and bounce out, I don't slide to miss

You go down in the ground where the fighters is

He just cry and don’t slide, it’s just life for him

Lil' freak bitch, she eat dick and she nice and thick

If you bad and get cash, you my type of bitch

And we got switches for lil' bitches who like to snitch

Ain't clutch a pole to fight? You gon' lose your life for a flying fish