DROP! - Intellectual

[Intro: Lil Bay]

Boom, pop, motherfucker drop, motherfucker drop

The legacy is back, it's Apache fuckin' Strida time

Twelve gauge, fat shotgun, bro about to pay the fine

Torture him in my chamber

Red dots, many laser

Fuck him up, meet me later

Pull up in pulses beamer

The masks about to crack

There's nothing I could hide man

You want me on a track

But that shit not my type, aye

A-A-Apache on thе LMG

And we put you up in light, ayy

Fuck with us you get wet up

I'm not comparing sizе, ayy

Uh fuck hit the uppercut

And you spit some blood

Uh, tell me what the fuck was up?

You don't got no bloods

Uh catch me sneakin' thru your block

Hit Apache walk

Uh, no I cannot stop

Make his fuckin body pop

The fucking king is back

Ready to attack, hand out packs

To the junkies who need crack

Always armed with my strap

MAC-11 drum mag

Pull up in the night with a mask on

Alright staying in the dawn

Chopper and the AR

Drum mag FMJ, yeah

Still beneath the read

You pussies is fake yuh

Really did the race yuh

And I never say no

Pop pop big chopper on deck yuh