Y U DO DAT - Intellectual

[Intro]

No pics please, might have to bounce out in this Nike zip-up

Niggas know I'm not to fuck with

Feelin' like I have to balance this shit, bein' a rapper and still clappin'

Know what I'm sayin'? Shh, keep that quiet

(Grrt, grrt)

No pics please, might have to bounce out in this Nike zip-up

He claim he got bodies, oh Lord, we put shit way under the floor

No pencil, no pad in my bookbag, I was holdin' the Drac', for sure

Realest nigga on Earth, if I go to Hell, I'll fuck around, break the floor

But if I go to Heaven, I'm makin' it rain, unlimited Dracs galore

Wanna be, my heart racin' for it, you ain't in school, what you chasin' for?

Missin' most of the drank, I said I was done and fucked around, poured up a four

He ain't see us come out of that gangway, hе should've hopped over thе gate some more

My heart racin' for it, millions of dollars, it's racin' for it

Niggas get signed every day in the 'Raq, nigga, I made the payment for it (Nigga)

Step back, step back, step back, James Harden, I had to game them boys

Uh, getaway, getaway, getaway, ten-speed, I switch lane them boys

(Fuckin' cap back)

Gunshots lit off in the 'Raq every day, lil' nigga, you ain't made no noise (Cap off, take your fuckin' cap off, please)

Right hand on my chest, can't get up on me, if you do, I paid you for it (Grrt, grrt)

Shorty don't give a fuck about nothin', see an opp, he'll walk him down in some new Diors

Left 'em down like bunk beds, I got rich at eighteen, I'm not poor (Poor)

We want 'em to show it, I don't even sip no lean, but fuck it, Tussed up

Hit a nigga block in a Q50, we see a nigga frontline, they shit get tore up (Take your fuckin' caps off)

No pics please, might have to bounce out in this Nike zip-up

He claim he got bodies, oh Lord, we put shit way under the floor

No pencil, no pad in my bookbag, I was holdin' the Drac', for sure

Realest nigga on Earth, if I go to Hell, I'll fuck around, break the floor

But if I go to Heaven, I'm makin' it rain, unlimited Dracs galore (Dracs)

Wanna be, my heart racin' for it, you ain't in school, what you chasin' for?

Missin' most of the drank, I said I was done and fucked around, poured up a four

He ain't see us come out of that gangway, he should've hopped over the gate some more (Chasin' for)

Fuck you chasin' for?

My heart racin' for it

Nigga, fuck is you chasin' for?