No Back Bone - Intellectual

[Intro]

Load me up, IV

[Verse 1: Tiny Boost]

Yeah, yeah, uh

What the fuck is all that gossip 'bout?

It wasn't us if we ain't shoot him up or chop him down

Nah, that ain't my bitch, that's just a toss around

I got the streets, though, I'm covering a lot of ground

I'm takin' over, running to that bank and I can't take it slower

Came up out the rock like my name was Hova

Mummy raised a king, Peckham made a soldier

Yeah this thing is ours like La Cosa Nostra

Coca Cola, baking soda

Ah, put the magic in, that's Hocus Pocus

Niggas sending shots and I don't even notice

True, they're babies to me, I just wipe their noses

Pull up with a stick and just do the Moses

Put a parting through your wig like he did the ocean, uh

My bad, I meant the sea

If you ask about mе, I'm everything I'm meant to bе

My darg in that jammy got a quarter century

My other darg in that trap, he got a quarter of them kis

All I do is talk about the streets

That rat came home and he got corn within a week

Shh, yeah, shouldn't even speak

Very short fuse with a very long reach

All I do is win, I've had a very long streak

Ain't no fillin' my shoes with them feet

Me and you ain't size, nigga, don't know who lied to ya

I can see the bitch behind that twinkle in your eye, nigga

Never been my guy if I ain't done that do or die with ya

I won't say slatt but for that pack you get slimed, nigga

In the bin, no strap, just an ice picker

And I got money on my mind, nigga

Hundred racks, straight cash, that's a nice figure

I'm still gang, I ain't no side switcher

[Chorus: Aystar]

Niggas switchin' sides

They ain't got no backbone

Lil nigga, I'm in the bits

With a bulldog with no backbone

That phone's rang twice

Nigga don't be callin' that no traphone

See me lying down with a MAC prone

If it's beef, you don't want that smoke

Get dragged in a Jeep, left in the street, all bloody and weak

It's bloody and peak

If I pull up with the something with buttons and squeeze

Yeah, got you duckin' from sweets

Now I'm duckin' from police

On the run from the beef

[Verse 2: Giggs]

Won't forget it

Niggas out here so pathetic

Thinkin' that it's copasetic

Boxed in like a sandwich, niggas gon' baguette it

Glocks out and them ballys, niggas gon' regret it

Box him, chicken sandwich, niggas gon' fillet it

Oh, you want a challenge? Niggas known to set it

Keys like DJ Khaled, niggas known to get it

Niggas so invalid and they owe me credit

Niggas pickin sides and they flippin' biased

Man clipped up your ride and we slit the tires

And man picked up my star and I'm sick and tired

Just zipped my flies, I'm the flippin' flyest

Niggas tellin' lies and they quick to buy it

Niggas gonna die cuz they quick to try it, yeah

Show them hella times but their clique deny it

Shot at man in June, he got pitched July-ish

Straight up, had to bun him

I know that it's sad but nigga had it coming

Even when it's winter, niggas brang the sun in

Hundred miles of runnin', had to bash his skull in

Even when it's boring, niggas add some fun in

Finger in her pussy and my thumb in

Nigga, I'm the dumbest, brang my gun in

They say Hollow's gully and they love him

Yeah, lightest talkin'

Man ain't talkin' shorts but mandem tried to short him

I don't like to talk, just stick my knife and fork in

Niggas talkin' powers like they're mighty-morphin'

Niggas get it right, I want the nicest portion

Who's these little f–s that they like endorsing?

Talkin' porky pies, I got the right to pork him

Man, that pussy good, that get the right endorphins