Left Hand - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah

[Verse 1]

It's Gucci Mane La Flare, and I'm a nigga got weight

A begging ass bitch is really something I hate

Hold on, hold on hoe, baby pump yo brakes

When I took you on a date that was my first mistake

On yo body was the bomb it blew up right in my face

I don't chase these monkey bitches, I'm the one that's getting chased

Yeah, I'm eatin' real good, I gotta say my grace

I might fly a bitch to Paris cause that's just how I play

I might spend a hundred grand, spend it all in one day

And you can come to my place, but damn bitch you can't stay

I'm a social outcast, but my name ain't Andre

I'm smoking California kush, but I'm from Sun Valley

[Chorus]

I wouldn't give a damn if you got grams

I'm in my drop top lamb and I got bands

You the type I give five with my left hand

She left you and then went on to the next man

So put a check, with a check, with a check, fam

You let yo bitch wear the pants so call her yes ma'am

I'm from the crest so I can't hang with no yes man

Steal from the squad and I might have to cut off yo right hand

(Gucci!)

[Verse 2]

I work out at Walter's

I trap a lil harder

I think a lil smarter

I don't wanna be bothered

It's Gucci, imposters

It's Gucci Sinatras

Yo girlfriend just quit ya, wanna get on my roster

I'm draped in La Casta

I'm sippin' on Vodka

I canceled that bitch, and sent that bitch to my partner

You braggin' about her

You say that she slobbed ya'

She set yo ass up and let sum niggas come rob ya

I'm running Sun Valley like Nino did with the Carter

I'm giving you game nigga, don't cost you a quarter

I load my revolver

Go jump in my charger

I pull up on yo ass and turn yo ass to a martyr