Laylow - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Do you wan' die or not? Is you gon’ ride or not?

She said my car tight like I tied a knot

Top Kid, we at the top, birds of a feather, they flock

Pop out with 7.62, and we mop

What did you heard?

I'm finna spend a lil' band when I walk in the spot

Birds of a feather, they flock

Floppy dirty, I’m goin' to fly

He spin over here and we hittin' his head

Can't find Tech then we goin' to Wock'

We goin' fair, bitch, goin' to war

We in the spot, everybody drop

Me and Ben Franklin built a rapport

All that broke shit gotta stop

Fuck nigga, lay low

Fuck nigga, lay low, nigga, lay low

Fuck nigga, lay low

We got his head hit, hit with that Draco

She said my car tight like I tied a knot (Fuck nigga, lay low)

She say I’m her type, I be like, "I’m not"

She wanna go on a flight (Fuck nigga, lay low)

She plannin' to give me top, top, top (Fuck nigga, lay low)

Top, top, top (Fuck nigga, lay low)

Top, top, top

Top, top, top, top (Fuck nigga, lay low)

Top, top, top, top