On Point Or Not - Intellectual

[Intro]

(That's that gas, that global high)

Who want beef, like who want war? Pussy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

I been tryna dish it out, fuck nigga dissing ’bout it

Soon as I see him, send him bye, like boy, it ain't no hi

Why the hell you in the streets? I know you scared to die

I know you scared to dive inside that water, test it out, yeah

Yeah, I'm sorry mama, yeah, I know I stress you out, yeah

I don’t ride with homie, I don't know if he'll tell or not

This Call of Duty, I been blowing up like juggernaut

Who want war? Like point 'em out, who is you? On point or not

[Verse]

Catch him on his block, I tootsie roll him up

Ever since I tried to rap, I swear that I been going up, oh Lord

And got up out the streets, they turned a robber to a poеt

Nigga tried to rob young Xhosen, now ask what happenеd to the boy

These boys been stepping on that shit, and they been dancing on that boy

I brought my weapon in this bitch, don't even check me at the club

I been taking niggas down so I ain't never had a plug

And you better not drop a diss, can't wait to take a nigga up

Yeah, I'll be outside, like who want smoke?

He died for speaking on the bro

And This bitch bad as hell, I might go fuck this bitch without the trojan

Spit it raw, I don’t need no trojan

Nigga pussy cat, Doja

I don’t fuck with rapper or the preacher in this bitch, I'm holy

Cartier my wrist, it’s stolen

Send him up for speaking on me

Dissing who? Know we been on it

We gon' shoot but he ain't posing

Put a whole M up for my son, that shit just for Xhosen

This shit crazy, before he was born, that young nigga GOATed

Hell yeah, this coupe look like Batman

Make him disappear, I do that boy just like Sandman

I been staying away from features, shit, don't fuck with Sandman

Yeah, if I go hit his block, I’m in a Pontiac Grand Am damn, damn

Yeah, who want beef? I don't fuck with the ham, damn, damn

Yeah, choppa beat like I'm in the fucking band, man

I just hit yo ho, she all at home, I call it grand slam

Fuck it, get out there and hop in cars, the stolen new McLaren

Yeah, know the opps be having guns, but them niggas be sharing

Caught the boy down bad, he seen my face and then he ran

Dog gon' step on shit for what? Nigga, just because he can

Free my dog, free lil' Kell and free El Floppo out that can

Heard lil' Jon had just got out, so how did he go back again?

And soon as i had got paid, I sent my lawyer twenty grand

I was begging, I was pleading, asking for a second chance

These boys sheisty, they slimy, these boys Dirty Dan

[Interlude]

(That's that gas, that global high)

These boys Dirty Dan

Pontiac Grand Am, yeah

Spin just because he can (On god)