Too Many Secrets - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Ayy, it's a stickup, nigga, freeze

I think she came from overseas

I found that bitch wasn't good for me 'cause P's was waitin' on P's

She said, "Don't leave me, C4, please"

Hey, these cars ain't got no keys

Said the barber, I cut his jeans

But still he had got away from a sting (Run that back, Turbo)

You might say they skinny, fit my Glock inside these jeans

Ayy, ayy, you may say she pretty, I just think she need to eat

It's a serious situation, bro, stop puttin' that shit on Pete

We don't share locations, she just tell me where to meet

[Verse]

We just FOX 5 niggas, leave 'em in the street

Ayy, I can't hide, I'm still outside, you must can't see

Make sure I score, my Glock two-three

Uh, ski mask and a beanie

Ayy, drop, C4, streets really need it

That day, a hundred shots, that's repeated

Really ain't too many secrets

Big ol' Backdoor somethin' like Jeepers Creepers

Said clear out these niggas and keep the eaters

Big C4 the evilest, huh

Better get ready, 'cause here he comes

Say his name three times, hit the blunt

Ayy, watch Backdoor pull in the front

Ayy, nigga, don't call me, what you want?

Ayy, in the county, in the joint

My bank account was still Big Pun

I can't even count this all at once

Happy Halloween, you sluts

I don't think I ever keep the fronts

She asked me pay for her butt

I told that bitch to find a plug

I'm by myself, it ain't no love

I'm Backdoor with a Thanos glove

Bitch said she can't date no scrub

I said I can't kick my cup

Ayy, I ain't datin' none these bitches, but I ain't date myself

And when we went in there, got them guns, kept a K for myself

Ayy, ayy, I was at my lil' bitch crib, got my K on her shelf

And then I go and lay on her 'cause she can't lay on herself

Ayy, I didn't need none of these niggas, I was doin' straight by myself

And you can't smoke what we be smokin', guess you hate my top shelf

Hey, in these black door-kickers, like a ninja, I got stealth

This money keep comin' like it's a printer, print it myself

The last time I needed, they was greedy, they ain't care

I gave five extra pounds to Bell, and shit had still end up goin' left

Nigga, I'm a Frigidaire

Ayy, I ended up kickin' it anyway, wasn't supposed to run in there

Really could be judgement any day, so let's just be prepared

Know I shared with a couple niggas that never even share

Still send that pape', take care her feet and nails

If you didn't want to be caught, you wouldn't be leavin' trails

I was in that kitchen with that fork, Backdoor didn't need a shelf

Rocks, helmet ain't even his

Backdoor kick same way for years

It's really no need for the tears

They tellin' me bow for all the cheers