Scrap Yard - Intellectual

(Chorus)

Aye, yeah I go hard

Every time I make a beat, that shit be slapping so hard

Louis on my bag, but bitch I'm tryna cop some goyard

Grew up out a train, no I ain't ever have no backyard

And I swear a lot of y'all just act hard

Scrap a nigga whip, yeah now his shit up in the Scrap Yard

Nigga I was trappin', you was studying with flash cards

Break my bottle, then I cut you with a glass shard

Nigga my bitch badder, nigga it don't matter

Do it if I say it, I ain't ever been a capper

Pull up in a ghost, it ain't friendly, this ain't casper

I need this shit now, not before, not after

I'm a smooth criminal, I'm a smooth talker

Slice him in the stomach, now he walking with a walker

Swift on my feet, and I ain't ever played no soccer

Don't want no smoke with me, cause I'm a pistol popper

Ion' give a fuck, who you is, or whеre you came from

I get too much monеy, yeah that's where I got my name from

Took it off an opp, yeah that's where I got my chain from

Fucking outer space, yeah that's where I got my brain from-

Fucking outer space, nigga yeah that's where I came from

Everything I been through, that's where I got all this pain from

Up in Raising Cane's, that's where I got this lemonade from

Playing Call of Duty, that's where I got all my aim from

I remember I told her to pull up, and she ain't come

Now when she pull up, she ain't leaving unless she ate some

It's crazy how the motherfucking script change

It's crazy how this motherfucking shit change

Somethings really wrong with me, I love how this switch blades

Trying cut a nigga, tryna' whip em', watch his skin break

But I don't need no help, bro I'm okay

Bro I'm okay, bro I'm okay

(Outro)