Outlet - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ooh, all the way it go

Ooh-ah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooh, all the way it go

Ooh-ah

[Chorus]

Got that Ruger on me, jeweler on me

Mula on me, who the homie

You be talking shit, got that boss bitch

Boss bitch, hold on, I crashed the whip

Hey, choppa gon' lay down a nigga

That's that O shit, boss shit, ready to switch up

Got that new money, blue money, ready to pick up

Like, oh, choppa gon' bury a nigga

I go get it how I live it

Talk shit, yeah, nigga, talk is all a memory

The choppa hit, chalk shit, walk quick

Yeah, niggas beefin' is all a memory

I let 'em hate, talk shit, talk shit

Yeah, nigga, this is all it did to me

More bottles, more bitches, more gold

More hoes, this is all a victory

[Verse 1]

Ballin' hard in my i8

Watch it swerve, keep my mind straight

Dip and dash, hit ya guy gate

Dip and dash, hit ya guy face

I be talking like I got a Ray Charles choppa

Yeah, that's my blind date

You be talking like you B.I.G

You'll get crossed out, you ain't got faith

That's that guy snake

Watch out for that guy snake

Big bullets with the U-Haul truck

So we move his ass 'round my place

Move his ass over there and over there

Take his ass around

That's what happens when it's my state

Whip the glass 'til the pot break

Whip the glass, gotta watch snakes

Whip the glass, gotta watch jakes

Niggas coming fast, choppa whip his ass

Everybody tryna buy plate

Everybody tryna whip the coke up

Get it back to the Tri-State

That's the rocket launcher or that golden Smithen

Smith and Wesson, it eject ya, golden hit ya

That them black and white, the pandas go and get ya

Got that gold watch with me, getting more liquor

She be paparazzin' with her tits out, getting more liquor

I be countin' money, gettin' cash, yeah, gettin' more jigga

Let me find out that you riding 'round with them broke niggas

Everybody riding town, yeah, niggas gon' get ya

And they gon' hit ya

Fill you with holes, nigga

[Bridge]

I done get it how I get it

Talk shit, yeah, nigga, talk is all a

Smith and Wesson, it eject ya, golden hit ya

That's the black and white, the pandas gon' get ya

[Verse 2]

Got that gold bottle with that stripper with me

Getting more liquor, more pigeons, more cash

More chicken

Dead niggas come through, gon' flip 'em

Old niggas own niggas, I'm my own nigga

I'm the king, welcome to the throne, nigga

Barreled up, hit you with the stones, nigga

Knock you out, Mr. Larry Holmes, nigga

Switch it up, clap you with the chrome, nigga

On the camera, hit you with the drones, nigga

Hot97 turn to Mac 11

Everybody worried 'bout me, get ya own, nigga