Kobe - Intellectual

[Intro]

(SEMVJ, what you on, nigga?)

(K9)

First shootout this week, I ain't goin' in the house 'till I get in like three (Three)

Slidin' in the Scat with a MAC in the back, 'cause I heard niggas lookin' for me (Lookin' for me)

Swervin' in traffic, I'on care what you do lil' bruh, keep your eyes on that Jeep (Eyes on that Jeep)

My youngin'll kill you in a pair of some Jordans, he slidin' with .223's (.223's)

Lil' robber caught murder, but just like Zaytoven, you know that case gon' get beat (Beat)

Them crackers'll hang you jitt, put your head to your feet (Damn)

We move like the army, I feel like a farmer, nigga, I’m lookin' for beef (Lookin' for beef)

Jitt, you not a threat, 'cause boy if you were, would'a been pulled up to your street (On gang)

Would'a been pulled up wit the heat, ayy, would'a been madе you use your feet (Tryna stomp 'em)

Slam a opp with this chop like O'Nеal (Shaq'), feel like Curry, I’m shooting a three (Curry)

I’m the same jitt from back in the G (Lil' 6), niggas know ain’t no lackin' with me (No lackin')

And all the opps like Tyler Perry, them niggas be acting to me (Fuckin' goofies)

Stepped in the room with three shottas (Shottas), all together like fifty-some bodies (Damn)

All three on perkies and Molly (Damn), and you know we in love with them choppas (Them choppas)

Hopped out of the back of a steamer, these Balenci's look just like Adidas (Adidas)

Cold heart, but I stay with a heater (My heater), and I bet on my stripes like a zebra (A zebra)

Double C’s, got Chanel on my shirt (Chanel), play crazy, get popped like a perc' (A perc')

Every mornin', I pray for the best (The best), every night, I prepare for the worst (The worst)

I don’t wanna get put on a shirt (I don't), I don’t wanna get put in the dirt (I don't)

Know they gon' be cryin' and hurtin' (Yeah), but fuck it, I’m a hot boy like Turk (Like Turk)

I got a mind of my own, post on the block with my stone (My stone)

Why you left me all alone? Surrounded by steppas, I got control (Control)

Like 6ix9ine, you a troll (A troll), niggas be actin' like hoes (Like hoes)

All in my business, all in my pockets, damn big bruh, you old (You old ass nigga)

Nigga, I get it and split it, ayy

We get them stolens and did it, ayy

You ain’t gettin' money, you in the way

You just a groupie hoe, you not my bae

Run up on me, get shot in the face

7.62, fell in love with the K

Run up on me and you play, you lay

Ain’t gon' be room for that Instagram thug in that grave, nigga (I swear)

Dead ass niggas

Leeke ass died on that lean, his bitch ass croaked, nigga, fuck nigga

Big 6 from the bricks, nigga

Nigga be doin' all that Instagram thuggin', ain’t gettin' no get-back

Fuck nigga, fuck you niggas talkin 'bout? (Nigga, on gang)