Let’s Talk - Intellectual

[Intro]

Gang (Rrrrah)

Bitch

Gang

Bitch

(Drilltime, what you cookin', nigga?)

Fuck a Beatbox, I swing this K, it's sounding like a drumline

Foolio a bitch, he ain't living in them punchlines

He was speakin' on my niggas? Well, let's talk about your dead guys

Spaazz and Rod K, them niggas died like the same day

Lawrence and lil' Petey, they got hit up in the same way

Hit his [?] La Cracka got shot in his face

Let's talk about lil' Nuski, that nigga, he was too sweet

I heard that he got backdoored, they left his ass in the skreet

Bibby killers still alive and yo' niggas ain't gon' slide yet?

When my niggas died, best we leavе some niggas that done died too

All that flеxing for some Insta', you won't even post yo' dead guys

Spotem told on his brother, you gon' act like you ain't seen it, nigga

Kshordy, you ain't never ever sent no K, shordy

You is just a twerker, you ain't no motherfuckin' killer, nigga

Jarvo let yo' heater blow, crawling on that damn floor

And he ain't even get to bust back

Jarvo, Reddotem, had them niggas doin' the running man, literally

I ain't sparin' nan' nigga, don’t nan' nigga put fear in me

Mookie crashed out on the E-Way, well, I guess he wasn't hearin' me

Bibby was a gunner to a runner, he got gunned down

Teki died about that shit, and them niggas never posted dude

I tired of hearing "Leeke this" and "Leeke that"

Boy, that what got yo' brother smacked

Dead opps and lottos, [?] brought the feds out

[?] shit, and I'ma tell 'em "I don't talk a lot"

I don't een' wanna talk

Tell 'em cross and draw the chalk

Hopped out on an opp, he got to runnin' like he [?]

Well, I'll tell you what I bought when I touch ten bands

Enough ammunition for my niggas to contemn, man

A couple niggas died, the world know my niggas slide

Bitch, I'm Backstreet in the back seat, I ain't never wanna drive

Boom-bap, shots fired, now another opp done died

He was dissing on the net, he ain't think we would collide

Man down, check the score, leave his brains on the floor

Hit his ass close range, then leave a stain on the floor

Even I'm gon' get low when I up this Drac' and blow

If we beefing, then we beefing, I ain't tryna play it close

Nigga, we can up the score