Urus - Intellectual

[Intro: LLOADED]

Doon-doon-doon

Know what I'm sayin', nah, nah, nah, this was lil' shit, though, know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, I go

Boom-boom-boom

Know what I'm sayin'? Let's do it, huh

[Chorus: LLOADED]

I watched this nigga rat, then hide his tail, boy, your ass Ratatouille

I hit this opp nigga baby mama when he got locked up, she got a big ol' booty

Hit a nigga DM like, "Where you at? Let's go get into it"

Pop up on a nigga just like his PO, tryna see what he doin'

Stay out my business, bitch, don't worry 'bout who I'm screwin' (Boom-boom-boom)

I don't think that boy wanna drop his nuts, he ain't tryna do it

I'm with the 5, set up a lick, let's take him down, I need that bank

Niggas be talkin' 'bout what they gon' do, y'all ain't doin' shit, y'all niggas saints

[Verse 1: LLOADED]

This on my mama, they send him down the road, his dumb ass gon' get shanked

He feel that blade, his ass gon' turn to Rod Wave, singin' 'bout that pain

Free my savages, I make sure I put money on they books

Don't come 'round me flexin' that Cartiеr, I promise that shit took

Opp bitch actin' rich, but the whole timе, she work at KFC

You cuffin' her? She sucked my partner up right behind that Krispy Kreme, nigga

[Interlude: LLOADED & L5]

Nah, for real, though

Whole lotta 5 shit, whole lotta field shit, man

Y'all niggas' ass know what's goin' on (L5, doon-doon-doon)

[Verse 2: L5]

That young nigga got caught dissin' (What?), slide on his block, hit the city (Baow)

Bitch, I bang that 5, you speak on 5, we turn your name to digits (Huh?)

Bad bitch slut me out, put me to sleep, then I lay on her titties (What?)

On 5, I'm down to ride, I don't ask no questions, I'm just gon' swing that glizzy

Pull up, blaow-blaow, lil' bitch, that sticky (Wow)

Balenci' drippin', yeah, this shit get sticky (Huh?)

He act like he 'bout it, say what? Oh, really? (What?)

Free B5, he bangin' for Kenny

It was just three of us, we had six Glocks, and none of the bitches was semis (Rrah, rrah)

Swerve all on his block, wasn't in no drop, but we was in two-door hemi

Oh, don't run, come here, where you goin'? (Haha)

Man, nigga, sit the fuck down, nigga (Bitch)

Fuck G-Bank, boy, you ain't like that, L5 never been no bitch (L5)

With Lil' Money, he pop his Glock, you DOA, can't catch no stick

Poppin' for that 'Gram, then make sure I was straight back for that stick