Ridin Strikes - Intellectual

[I guess you just have to be prepared to die]

Yeah, aye, uh

You know I'm in that g-wag, uh

You know that I - uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh

You know I'm in that g-wag, uh

You know that I - uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh

[Verse]

You know i'm in that G-Wag

[?]

They wanna be like the 5

She wanna hang with the slimes

I'm highed up doin these lines

[?]

Hit a nigga with that fye

You better not leave him alive

He mad, 'cause his bitch, don't wanna get off my line

I cannot beef 'bout a hoe, I'm knowing they be out of line

He mad, 'cause he broke, and he chasing these bitches around

Snitching is never allowed

And bra can't contain the style

[Chorus]

This a race in the AMG, spillеd my drank, I was just mad as a bitch

She wanna come in the spot said shе want lean I had to just pass the bitch

I made me a 20 in just one day, they thinking I did me a magic trick

Like bra put button on that .22 it came with extended clip

We riding strikes sliding quick

They jacking our denim the fashion

Told em pull up in some fast shit

Now you riding round with a bad bitch

I'm missing the wock gotta settle for tris

I make me a - put some ice on my wrist

Can't love me no hoe it's to many fishing

Ain't wifing that hoe it's to many niggas

[Bridge]

I'm striking that pose I get in my feelings

In a [?] watching the ceiling

Perckies gon [?]

I go deep and i'm knowing she feel it

I got problems with to many women

Addiction to chasing these millions

G22 with smithen, nigga hop out wrong get flipped