TWO STEP! - Intellectual

[Intro]

Thanks, Red

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]

Two-step when I walk up in the spot

Double G on my belt, hold my pants up when I walk

I've been making money moves, I don't really plan to stop

And you think your shawty loyal, she be givin' up the top, like, woah

And I came up from the basement

Pull up on that boy, that choppa finna give a facelift

Looking through my phone, all these shawties looking basic

Give a couple months, 'cause their looks be always changing (Changing)

[Verse 1]

Ayy, opp pack, we gon' put it in the air (Fah, fah, fah)

Saw that boy was in the alley, so we hit him, made a spare

Take a good look at my face, and then ask me if I care

We gon' take him out his place if he think that he a player (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

If he talk a lot, meet him in the parking lot (Fah, fah, fah)

Draco hold a thirty, whip it out, and let it spark a lot (Ayy)

I grew up in the hood, so we ballin' at the parking lot (Ayy)

Saw that boy was acting like a corn, let the target pop (Target pop)

[Bridge]

Wait, wait, why you mad at me? (Why you mad at me?)

Making music for my fans is something that I'd rather be

Doing and pursuing, 'cause I know that I am naturally

Not good at academics, I'm a musician, and an athlete

[Verse 2]

Ayy, goin' hard in the paint

We gon' post up in the rain

Got a round in the mag, and like fifty in the tank

Man, this music treat me good

Putting hundreds in the bank (In the bank)

How you gonna treat me different, boy?

You know we not the same

Ayy, goin' hard in the paint

We gon' post up in the rain

Got a round in the mag, and like fifty in the tank

Man, this music treat me good

Putting hundreds in the bank (In the bank)

How you gonna treat me different, boy?

You know we not the same

[Verse 3]

Not the same, not the same, not the same, not the same

That boy looking like a lame, like a lame, like a lame

I'm not in it for the fame, for the fame, for the fame

I'm just in it for the gain, for the gain, for the gain

Ayy, ayy, we gon' hit him in his brain

Got him walking on the off beat

Jeffrey Dahmer drilling, now he looking like a zombie (Ayy)

They thought I was rapping for a living, it's a hobby

Heater on my side, I burn 'em like I'm spilling coffee (Uh, ayy)

Fah, fah, hit 'em with the fah-fah

Heard his girl latina, so we hit her with the cha-cha (Haa)

Hot hand, we gon' hit his brother in the matta

Choppa got a blade (Ayy, ayy), we gon' cut em' like a crop top