Flight - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hmm, yeah, hah, yeah

Hah, yeah, yeah

I done been on several jails, kinda hard to cope

Switch the flow to heavy pills, prayin' I don't croak

Cold, that shit bring tears, we bring bodies to the fuckin' floor

And we barely missed, so if you dodgin', boy, your time to go

I'm super lit, they left my diamonds, fresh up out the hole

AMG, the windows foreign, AC blowin' cold

Stop, we swang a door, got him cryin' how we took his soul

Fuck I look like trapped tryna convince the book to buy a bull?

The family

You know we swang them sticks, we get shit hit, you bеtter hide your soul

'Cause mе and Pit big-body Benz, hide your ho

Taha, yeah

Huh, get up closer than the pants on your fuckin' body

I'll smoke you, let that chopper dance, we get real retarded

No negotation, one word and some bands, we on his noggin

Know they soldier hatin', mafia, we chase them heads and pop it

Boy, we know you fakin', leave him dead, leave him on the carpet

Custo froze the payment, 'bout that check, we got the custo nauseous

Bust this pole, leave you stankin', we put niggas in them boxes

Take a soul, they say we crazy 'cause the opps, they keep on droppin'

Pick a side or die, bitch, I stand over 'bout the god

'Bout Lil Leek, I cried, but for sure, some niggas felt that iron

Mafia, we tied, get up close and leave that nigga blind

You ain't never tweak with me, then your ho ass gettin' slimed

That's a fact

You ain't never see a nigga seize up, go catch a hat

Bullets rock that nigga party, we had to touch his thinkin' cap

And, bitch, don't you get me started, we put that belt right on your ass

Me and Breezy were tweakin' for a week straight, just tryna grab

Get up close and flush that whip, ain't no duckin' when I flash

Don't get me mad

Ja point a finger at him, we leave his ho ass in the past

The youngin spin about no payment, I don't even need the bag

Me and my nigga love to spazz