BRACES - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Yeah, mi keep mi gun tucked

Batty too fat, mek mi neck wan bruck

Four or five gyal inna di all black—

Four or five gyal inna di all black truck

Shawty try to talk to me, I said, "Ya outta luck" (Luck)

One wrong move and the bitch getting cut

Fall out 'bout a ho, I told this nigga tighten up (Up)

Nigga said he 'bout it, man, I might go call your bluff (Bluff)

[Post-Chorus]

Real bad man tell the gyal want cuff (Cuff)

Gyal wan' ride pon the magic school bus (Bus)

Say she wan' ride pon the wave like Brush

Said me hood big like an elephant

Pop out swole, pop up out the storm, talkin' stacks

I saw tunnel vision, I got money on my map

I can put it on myself, don't need no stylist

Before I date you, babe, I better know your mileage

(Yeah I need it)

[Verse]

A hundred in a week

They be lookin' at me

Got four hundred for tees (Ayy, yuh)

Shot four hundred on the tee

My mama like what's wrong with me

I don't even know why I got these diamonds all on me

I don't even know, got fourteen hundred bitch on me

I don't even know got fourteen hundred for the sleeve

Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred

Hundred racks, racks

All up on my back, tell that nigga get back, check

Had I got the strap, put it right at his head

Nigga fuckin' talking crazy, hackin' bullshit