Bump Down - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Tony Coles)

Bump down with over a hundred-somethin' shots out the whip, we exchanging that lead

One got away, but his brother got hit in the face, shit was tragic, caught one to the head

That nigga a demon when he with his partners, I catch him without 'em, a fuck nigga scared

Don't give me a reason to send your bitch ass to the doctor, get popped, niggas know how we play it

This dead-ass nigga rolled up in a 'Wood, thirty poking, it's under my shirt

Ain't gotta ask, if he in that car when we spinning, then you know he done put in some work

We been on they ass, lil' bro still ain't took off his mask, he was mad he ain't get at 'em first

.23 got a flash, switch got this bitch shooting fast out the window, I'm leaving 'em hurt

He gon' wanna crash when his see his bro on a shirt, he was dissing, I don't give a fuck (I don't)

This bitch hold forty, but I put thirty-four in it, bitch, this play for the books

Tell bro and 'em, "Suit up, jump out the back of the truck," we hop out, just filling 'em up

If you came through and missed, don't speak on that shit in your diss, when we spin, a nigga's shit gettin' touched

Half of these niggas ain't put in no work, what the fuck your bitch ass got a gun for?

Niggas keep shooting at bricks, can't see what you hittin' at, might as well shoot with a blindfold

New Glock 9, came around, got his ass slimed, cross a nigga out like Rondo

Ayy, this bitch fine, send her dumb ass for the drop, when we get it, we spin that bitch pronto

This dead-ass nigga rolled up in a 'Wood, thirty poking, it's under my shirt

Ain't gotta ask, if he in that car when we spinning, then you know he done put in some work

We been on they ass, lil' bro still ain't took off his mask, he was mad he ain't get at 'em first

.23 got a flash, switch got this bitch shooting fast out the window, I'm leaving 'em hurt

Brother, pull up on the end of they street, let me out with this glee, finna see if he run

This shit deep, don't aim at nothin' below the knee, hit his top, nigga, get shit done

This Glock on my pants like a crease, better not make me tweak, I'ma blow it, don't do nothin' dumb

Like gettin' on feet, if a nigga ain't swinging that door when we spin, then he can't even come

Niggas been ducking since we got the drop

They know how we pull up and park shit, get shit hot

Extensions come with every Glock

Man, he heard that switch go off, I see him on his block

Them young niggas ain't sparing shit, get caught in the mix and any nigga getting shot

Bitch able to put up them kids, I'll blow at a jit' and put his lil' one in a box

This dead-ass nigga rolled up in a 'Wood, thirty poking, it's under my shirt

Ain't gotta ask, if he in that car when we spinning, then you know he done put in some work

We been on they ass, lil' bro still ain't took off his mask, he was mad he ain't get at 'em first

.23 got a flash, switch got this bitch shooting fast out the window, I'm leaving 'em hurt

Free Monte, free Carlo