Stereotype - Intellectual

[Intro: Bobby Nice]

Lowki got that sauce boy

Aye, you wanna talk

Aye, 666

Aye, you wanna talk

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Bow, bow, bow, bow

You wanna talk, yeah you wanna slide? Lil nigga pop out

Oh you wanna fucking walk? Yeah, with the opps? Nigga you a opp now

And that bitch that you chillin' with? Yeah, she for the team, yeah, she a thot now

And I'm all up on the fuckin' block, 'till my eyes turn red, can't clock out

I spin his block with a beamer

I spin his block with a heater

Goin' for two like I'm Jeter

Runnin' his bitch like a cheetah

Niggas always wanna talk, got no car, niggas can't pull up

And you know it's ABG, if you wanna get it, nigga got the tool tucked

You the type to a catch a opp, nigga lackin', boy you still won't do none

You the type to get your ass beat by the opps, come back, and shoot some

We spin his block, turn it to a graveyard

Ready for war, I look like I'm Braveheart

I bust a clip at your cranial

If you try playin', we gangin' 'em

I fuck her raw, like it's WrestleMania

I love the beef, pause

I make it clap, like round of applause

I get the work, then I make it triple

I am a shotter, but I cannot dribble

I'm here for the plug, I don't want the nipple