Start It - Intellectual

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]

Bro ain't got no baby yet but he got baby bottles

Nigga mad tryna beef with me 'bout his baby mama

You ever heard fifty-somethin' shots out a baby chopper?

Chase down Badge like LeBron did Iguodala

Put a price tag on his head, he only cost a dollar

Kill a nigga while he got drip on, he got popped in Prada

Lil' nigga wanna be like YSR, I am not his father

Lil E got a baby Drac' on him, he is not a toddler

Yeah, I'm short as mini me, but is it Austin Powers?

Bullet in the head, he got hit, that's what caused the trauma

Send a nigga, spend his whole stash and I saved a dollar

That [?] taxin' on the za, I middleman it, I only made a dollar

Fuck a striker, we just went and slid out an old Impala

Got into it with my fiend Sun, she—, alright

Got into it with my fiend Sun, he said I owed his mama

Get that bitch away from me, I don't like her

Smash her, ditch her on the street just like a striker

With the Kia Boys fishin' for a whip, they popped a tire

Started to swerve, hit a curb, now I think I might retire

Damn, why'd I pop a Xan'? I'm retarded

Got a push-to-start car and I couldn't even start it

They shot the whip, he hopped up out that bitch, couldn't even park it

I just took a bad bitch up off the market

He got a scope up on his stick, he can't even hit his target

My lil' niggas swipin', they just got caught, they tried to hit a target

Nine grams get money together, we ain't worried 'bout who the hardest

I just got a rug burn, I fucked his bitch up off the carpet

[?] said I know that dick good, you and your bitch always arguin'

Cell cut my phone, I just hung up on his ass, he tried to bargain

Kick her out the crib after I fuck, I'm like Martain

No Hellcats, drivin' fast down my block, I'ma park it

He ain't the plug, he a nerd, he wear glasses like Arthur

Bro was sellin' drugs in third grade in [?] Charter

I do a bitch bold, I pray I never have a daughter

I'm tryna shit talk with cotton mouth, pass the water

I'ma step back and let this bitch shoot, James Harden

That nigga stole from me, got his ass smoked, that was karma

Catchin' all these plays on the West, meet at Carmen

Put that weed out, that shit's garbage

He seems like police, he is a sergeant

Bitch tried to shake ass in the club and she farted

Hopped on a song with Gramz and E, should I charge 'em?