city - Intellectual

[Intro]

(That boy Jdolla go crazy)

Bitch tried to run with my shit, front him like, "Gimme that"

Bitch where the craft from my muh'fuckin' city at?

No, I don't fuck with your music, your shitty ass (Ha)

I fell in love with a white ho, where Henny at?

How you got drank but don't know where the semi' at? (No)

Niggas be fake, they ain't provin' they pity ass

"Che, how you get all that gun with your pissy ass?"

K$ubi keep askin' the low for the CVS

I fuck your ho in the top floor city, man

No, I can't go, but the chop' gon' get his ass

No, I ain't Gon, but the rock gon' split his ass

No, I can't fold, but the knock gon' split his ass

(Hahaha)

(Know I can't go with a Trackhawk)

(Know I can't go with the stock on)

I brought the ho to a Tahoe, huh

She with my bro, where the lock on, huh (Bah)

These nigga burned for a taco, huh

Brotha been cookin' like Rocko, huh (Gimme that shit)

Brotha gon' check it, that's not yours, huh

GLE Tonka with [?] pumps (Ahh)

Two Glock .40s, thеy aim at your mother

Fuck out a blood, it's my muh'fuckin' brother, man

Glocky turn him to a dub like a [Chunningham?]

Spеak for 4ersona, but no, we not one of them

Ricks hit my socks, I said, "Fuck it, I'm one of them"

"Che? He a god, hope you know you ain't touchin' him"

Glocky gon' aim at his belly like lunch and 'em

Not with a K, then we muh'fuckin' cuttin' them (Grah)