Autodrill - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Bgody]

Welcome to Pecks

SWay to Lettsom

Free Rugrat he's a legend

Kwiff him, kweff him

Rise that Wesson

Burgess Park where I test 'em

How many shots got beat broad day?

Used to phone up the cats like I'm on all day

And they phone me back okay

And I need a four on one by the YB cage

[Verse 2: Gully]

Respect mans tings its Peckham

They already that my heart's in Peckham

Violations can't slide I'll get 'em

Lean and I rise this weapon

Still scheme on them guys I'll gеt 'em

Seen that look in my eye hе's jetting

We were them kids outside that were meddling

Now we're them kids outside on a next ting

[Verse 3: Bgody]

Round here we don't kick it to the left

Gave that green light two man got bored now they drip like Gunna and VBV

Or me, fucking neeks

I rep Pecknarm I'm a fucking g

I'll hold a rapper for ransom b

Now there's not jail they're fearing me

[Verse 4: Gully]

This corn made a big man twirl

And my ying ying made a young man curl

My ying ying made him scream like girl

If I ying ying then it's my mans worl'

Stop, suttin just got clocked

That ying was unorthodox now I just wet man down now he needs a doc'

Don't get popped while you're walking shops

[Chorus: Bgody & Gully]

Ay, ay, bro came tru with the tray

Bro let it beat like Dre

Ay, ay, bro came tru with the tray

Bro let it beat like Dre

I'll do a drill on my own

I'll bring a thing I ain't bringing a phone

I'm EBK and I'm letting it known

I got some people, some niggas that's grown

I'll do a drill on my own

I'll bring a thing I ain't bringing a phone

I'm EBK and I'm letting it known

I got some beef with some niggas that's grown

[Verse 3: Gully]

I feel to hit this still

Or I might sit and assist this drill

Listen, I gotta pick this steel, if he don't hear then the yute must feel

Feel, if man hear the opps are there

I'll leave here and I'll find out where

They think that the gang's gone clear

Please don't think that that the gang won't hear

[Verse 4: Bgody]

Imma burst these shots when I try bun

Made the lightie cut, where my wap at?

And you're talking stop, fam this ain't no game, get your wap on lock, better grease that up

Drippiest kid on my block still step with the smoke just give me the drop

And I'm still giving no fucks, don't see 'em outside so I go to their mums

[Verse 5: Gully]

You don't wanna hear this sound (brrr)

Pull up, yo, yo, keep my hood up

From long time man the beef's got cook up

I don't wanna hear man talk 'bout shoulda

Uh, uh or woulda

Corn come fat like Buddha

Bro's in the wokhouse sitting in Juma

[Verse 6: Bgody]

I'll milly rock on that block I came with my drum we can pop and lock

If there's any rust on my gun I'll WD-40 or grease that up

Two man, two bikes, two waps, six shots

Free my guy that's Shockz

Couldn't give my man six shots had the Russian one call it Makarov

[Chorus: Bgody & Gully]

Ay, ay, bro came tru with the tray

Bro let it beat like Dre

Ay, ay, bro came tru with the tray

Bro let it beat like Dre

I'll do a drill on my own

I'll bring a thing I ain't bringing a phone

I'm EBK and I'm letting it known

I got some beef with some niggas that's grown

I'll do a drill on my own

I'll bring a thing I ain't bringing a phone

I'm EBK and I'm letting it known

I got some beef with some niggas that's grown

Bro let it beat like

I'll do a drill on my own

I'll do it all on my own

Bro let it beat like Dre

I got some beef with some niggas that's grown

Bro let it beat like Dre

I got some beef with some niggas that's grown