Electro! - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah

Buh, buh, buh, buh

Ugh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

So I ran up my bands, pockets get fed, really get up out my way

Heard you wanted some problems I call up the gang

So run it and ya'll gon' see

Get that blick all on my waist

I been getting money ya'll can't relate

Go and ride round in that brand new Range

Run like an ollie but where you gonna skate?

Yeah just like Electro we give you that static (Yeah)

I got a shawty and so she the baddest (Yeah)

Hop on me and just like a ride I spent onе band on this Monclair jacket (Yeah)

I feel like wrеcking, no barbarian

Ya'll some hoes on some solidarity, y'all my sons I feel like a parent

And I keep that Glock never not gon' carry it

I keep a Glock on my waist, If he talking down then brodie get put in his place (Brr, bap!)

And I'm gon' skirt off in that race

And I made a bag, I'm flexing the bands in his face

I'm stacking the bands in the case

He hate on the 'gram but won't talk to my face

A lot of them people been laced

If he want a feature he better be ready to pay

I ain't got bands, got racks

'Cause we don't got a stick cause I finna walk with a cane (Grr, bah!)

Throw it up right to your face (bah, bah!)

If he wanna talk then a .40 go right through his brain

Kicking it no Jackie Chan

Talk all you want but I'ma still count up my bands

Spent a few grand on the pants

I took a few L's but I'm getting ready to win (Grrah!)