A Pockets - Intellectual

[Intro]

Nigga diss Leaf, you know what happened

Uh, every time, nigga diss me, you know what happened

Every time, you know what happened

(DaDon got that bass)

[Chorus]

Every time a nigga diss me you know what happened

A whole lot of clapping

Your honor I’m just rapping

This lil' shit I made today look like pape' I was stackin'

I can’t with all the capping

You niggas not trapping

My credit A1, I still come with straight cash

Every burner dirty, we gon' have to make 'em take baths

Astaghfirullah, I'm slidin', ramadan 'em, the opps gon' break the fast

We like a pockets to the 7th, we on they ass

[Verse]

Lord died on the 2nd day, the Bible say three

Could’ve bought a house, he spent 50 on a AP

Took the work out AC, he brought sand to beach

I’ma kill him, even though my blood in him he a leech

We in 'Cats, Trackhawks, TRXs and Durangos

I fuck niggas main hoes

Me and baby bang bros

Fuck Pharrell, we flipped out dead twice and I ain’t change clothes

I’m a gangsta, you a bitch, we speak different langos

You can end up dead fucking with me, this shit ain’t for play

You can't come out here and try and change it, like, this ain't the A

Tattletaling ain’t the way, we want every rat dead

We don’t disrespect smokers, bro mom a crackhead

My hoes know don't make me mad, 'cause I'ma fuck her friend

If a bitch fanned out I'll probably never fuck again

Lil' Baby known to shoot that two pointer for the win

Wear these Ricks once, then they won't never see my foot again

Niggas known for OT7, they gon' die, don't make me mad

This type of pape' that make a bitch give up her baby dad

Niggas ain’t got baby bag

How you signed and still broke?

How the fuck he died with his eyes wide, he still woke

Fly killers in that shit, ten grand, this ain't a pit

Bad bitch, if I buy her Gucci she gon' have a fit

20 grand for a kit

Everybody with me lit

I'm a business, it's gon' run you ten grand to hear me spit

Bro can't never drive my wheel, but he be driving on them drills

Stupid ass smacked the Trackhawk driving on them pills

We was looking forward to a good year, bro got a wheel

Bro be tryna fetch a face with that Drac', you gotta chill