BROADWAY - Intellectual

[Intro]

Two shots at your crib, nigga, I ain't talkin' no Canon

To-Toss my brother them packs, nigga, I feel like Peyton Manning

I come to the party and I'm smellin' like some pack, boy

I come to the party and everybody like, "That's gas", boy

I'm just...

Gang, gang, gang, fee, bow, fah, fah, gang, gang, gang, gang

T-T-Talk some shit, up the stick

Watch you fade away, broad day

Put you on TV, nigga, Broadway

You a fan, you know where I am

Tell me, what's the plan?

I'm tryna get these bands

He want gas, but I'm on high demand

Hit the dash, rollin' pack, we spark that gas

And we movin' fast, in that Hellcat

And you know this bitch movin' fast

Lil' nigga, I'm scammin'

So stop with all that ramblin'

Two shots at your crib, leave your whole family scramblin'

Two shots at your crib, nigga, I ain't talkin' no Canon

To-Toss my brother them packs, nigga, I feel like Peyton Manning

I come to the party and I'm smellin' like some pack, boy

I come to the party and everybody like, "That's gas", boy

I'm just tryna get cash, boy

I'm gettin' to these racks, boy

Niggas, y'all be cap, boy

I up the stick and I blast, boy

He came up to me the wrong way, and so he got smacked, boy