Head Bop - Intellectual

(Ooh, Sav killed it)

Ayy, ayy, bitch

Ay, bitch

Gang

You ain't never seen a nigga head bop from that chop

You don't know these 223's gon' shake the whole fuckin' car

Hit a nigga ass up, when we slide down his block

Tell him pick his mans up, yeah he got hit wit' the chop

Make him lean wit' it (?), .30 make him diddy-bop

I got fifty in this bitch, whatchu think this titty for?

I get busy with this bitch, whatchu think this glizzy for?

AR wit' the coolin' kit the draco come and sweep it up

Bend a nigga block broad day

Chase his ass down like we in a hallway

Face that fuckin' clown and just leave his ass stank

Draco whole blow off your nose just like the hole in my sink

I been gettin' money pussy nigga watchu think?

Take the dirty money, get it clean and sеt it in my bank

And any opp that ever ran just know het got his ass chasеd

Shout out to that (?)

Bitch we stand on business we gon' kick down the door

I lay everybody down and put this beam on his nose

Make it rain shells and leave them bodies on the floor

Yo' homeboy fuckin' on yo bitch so why you speakin' on my bro?

Somebody (?) she gave the whole gang throat

You know this .44 got a dick I let the whole thing go

I never lack I keep my shit you know a nigga can't go

Me and bronem' doin' hits go outta' town and change clothes