Wildboy - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Migo air)

(JTK) Hey-hey, hey

(Migo) Gang, gang

Bitch, I'm from the trenches, we fight to survive

Ain't no trouble sleeping 'cause I grip this nine

In my foreign, it got horses, I'm bumpin' this ride

I'm a cowboy, wanted dead or alive

We some wild boys, pull up sprayin' then you die (Then he die)

And I wanna sell drugs, deals, homicides (Homicide)

Catch him lackin', there he is, bullets fly (Bullets fly)

Boys crackin' splits, we gun 'em down (Gun 'em down)

You not really wit' it, why you tellin' lies? (Tellin' lies)

Foenem in the kitchen whippin' Caroline (Whippin' Caroline)

On my block we servin', it's after bedtime (After bedtime)

He got that Chris Rock like he from Bed-Stuy (Bed-Stuy)

Told a bitch I ain't got time for feelings, got my hands tied

Finna roll me up rugs, get my head fried

If he disrespectin' us, he a dead guy

If he talkin' 'bout killin' us, yeah, I'd damn try

Ayy, I pray to the lord

Yeah, I look up to heaven

Ayy, don't [?] the squad

Ayy, might send you to heaven

Ayy, and I run the block-block with that MAC-11

Ayy, these bullets are blastin'

Ayy, they call me the reverend

Got a fully loaded clip, I just might let it blow

And I'm still fightin' demons, they won't let me go

So you're gone if you wit' me, can you let me know

Wit' the squad and you know them niggas animals

Sick in the head, couple perks my antidote

Ayy, shoot at his head, split it like a canteloupe

Ayy, I know what he said, so I'm lettin' these cannons blow

Ayy, cigarette, niggas want this cancer smoke