Bands - Intellectual

[Chorus]

All my juggas jugg a lot yeah

Put that work up in the pot, yeah

Watch it dance to a rock, yeah

She asked the price, I said a lot, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bust a jugg, I need my bands

Oh Lord

Bust a jugg, I need my bands, yeah

Bust a jugg, I need my bands, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, still doing gang gang, my lifestyle is the wildest

Still repping for the set, bitches tell me that I'm childish

Still repping for the set, still repping for the set, hey

Look what I did with my penny, you can still hit me for the pain, hey

Scream free up my dwags, two of them just bust cakes

Took risks for that pay, hoping the ride send that quay

I told that bitch I'm too busy, I'm sorry you cannot be bae

If you don't want free up the naans, then I have no reason to stay

They say my name, say my name

They hate my wave, hate my wave

Man got himself bagged , and I'm the one they want to blame

Lord, but I tell them carry on, till we hop out of vans with the ballys on

Stop telling lies, you can never embarrass us

Still up in the ends, but what do I stand for?

Yeah, she feds on a lurk, we cut through the back door

My youngins are nutts, they're gripping on poles and they wanna slap corn

Lord, but I'm feeling like Giggs in Gate, I'm a landlord

Dark shades for my lows, double cup for my woes

New ting that looks black, I ain't letting her know, know

How you mean I ride so low, ask around we local

In the field by the goalpost, telling lies for some promo

I got a thing for the cash, I got a thing for the music

I got a thing for the perp

My jiggas told me don't abuse it, tre eight I'll use it, we don't like intruders

Tell my youngin to get the job done, and he won't make excuses