Irate - Intellectual

Verse 1 (Jay Montana):

Yeah I'm Montana, no this not Tony

I pull up in coupes and CEO's know me

Got the drop on you, yeah I get money

Beserk in her guts, I stay in her tummy

Chef boyarde I keep Macaroni

Please do not reach, that 30 clip on me

Smoking on MOTA, riding with shrooms

Can't hop in my car, ain't no more room

Big cut Takomi, it look like a broom

Don't call me Ray Lewis; I'm bringing the boom

Crazy this is, plug just hit me on Signal, he don't text no more

He sending them bags

I keep honeybuns

Ain't going out bad

If I go broke, I'ma start scammin'

I keep me a 401k in Miami

My girlfriend a Titan, her neck I be biting (Let's get it)

Bridge (CoreyKe):

Now all of my diamonds, they cut

Run up on me, you get tucked

I fucked then she catching the bus

I squeeze he get popped you see puss

"What you gonna do with all that sauce?"

I stir it up in my cup

We smoking on gas that's no exhaust

I went to the moon now I'm stuck (yeah, uh)

Hook (CoreyKe):

Take one to the face

Shout out 2-tone Jay

Hunnids in the way

Yo bitch grab a rake

That bitch a 10, I rate

Now her man's irate

Now my choppa's irate

I shoot you in the face

Now that's a curry tre

Verse 2 (Justonho)

{All I'm saying is, what if the weed is addicted to me?}

I hope my blunt ain't laced (Oh no!)

It’s got a funny taste ('stonho!)

Could be that Cali wax (big smoke!

Could be them sour grapes (that dro!)

I take it to the face

Not once or twice but trés

Eyes red like I got maced

Eyes all red like Sasuke

On South Beach with the heat (Miami!)

It’s ‘stonho on the beat (and Family!)

I signed my nigga Jay; (Montana)

We reaching whole new peaks! (New Atlanta!)

It’s daily keef and steak (Fuck Trump)

ChopStarz are too Irate! (new pumps!)

We do this everyday; (like Pump)

“We not no waste of space” (triumph)

I got an open case (shh)

It’s full of blue rackades (oh, HAHA!)

It’s full of blue rackades! ('stonho 'stonho 'stonho!)