Dat N**** - Intellectual

[Intro]

Huh huh, big 26 shit, you feel me

I'm high, I'll throw fours up anywhere, I don't give a fuck where I'm at, nigga

[Chorus]

I spent three bands on a fit and never wore that shit again

I spent too much up on some shit that was too big and gave it to my mans

Eleven hundred on a jacket I couldn't wear

Bitch, you know I'm out that South and I throw fours up in the air

All up in your city

[Verse]

Pussy claim he gangster, gotta come and show me that you with it

Shoot you and your daddy in the face, bitch, I don't show no pity

Walk down, leave 'em shitty

I spinned with Smith 'cause I ain't have no glizzy

Real street nigga, I don't give a fuck about no image

They act when I spin 'cause I pull up shooting shit just like a scrimmage

Nigga tried to come through spinning in a rental, turned that bitch to a lemon

I'm on at least like seven Percs a day, I ain't got no limit

Everybody in that South, they 'bout it, 'bout it like we the new No Limit

Catch 'em in traffic tryna ride in that Redeye and turned it to a hemi

Every gun I clutch go rrah, we don't clutch no semis

Bitch, we got plenty switches and plenty more ammunition

These glizzies leave niggas twitching

Push the button, this bitch start to glitching

On these Percs, got my body itching

Money got my hand doing the same thang

See me in traffic, bet I make your pussy ass change lanes

This ARP gon' clip your head and rearrange your brain

Still the same Li Rye, ain't used to have a dollar, bitch, I won't never change

I won't never change up on the gang

Riding with mopsticks tryna leave a stain

Bitch, I bought everything you got

Stupid ho, you better never complain

And I spent seventy-five thousand on my jewelry, but I ain't buy the chain

My daddy said, "If you gon' be a real P, get a pinky ring"

Gave that lil' bitch half of my Perc', she ate my dang-a-lang

Just listen to it, you can hear my chains, ain't no boojangalang

Ain't gotta throw no salt, the fuck bitch, I won't say a nigga name

We got army guns, I'm dropping bags just to bring major pain

Bitch, yeah, I'm rich and I'm boring, come and entertain me

Just left Miami, but when I'm in your city, I still bring it

Rod, that's my heart and he gon' bang for me

Been a real nigga since birth, won't never let my brother go and sit in chains for me

I do my time just like a man with my right hand on the Bible

Looked the judge right in his eyes and still lie on the stand

My mama raised a real nigga

I ain't running from nobody, gon' have to kill me where I stand

And if I ever get the chance, I'm whacking you and your lil' man

So much fire come out the chopper, this lil' bitch gave me a tan

I'm tryna ship 'bows in the mail, but still smell it through the Saran

For all my niggas in the cell, I spend my last to free the clan

So many niggas hate that I'm the man 'cause I came up in this bitch and took it all

So if I kill all your partners and we get on your ass, who you gon' call?

'Cause you know it ain't they dead ass

Pop that blick with your scared ass

When I'm mad, I blackout, when I see an opp, my shit get red fast

Remember I shed tears cause we had a drop

And couldn't get 'em, go ask Red

They know that I aim for the head

In front of Rod, I left a nigga dead

And Lawrence too

They know they big brother quick to hop out and shoot

Popping these Percocets by the daily, washing it down with you

Lately I just been patiently waiting, they let my killers loose

I mean, 'til they let my drillers loose

The smoke I'm in so thick, 'fore he beef with us, kill his self with a noose

Got real banana clips, this bitch long as the antlers on a moose

He seen this shit get real, now he calling my phone talkin' 'bout copping deuces

He don't wanna do it

How you clutching everyday, when shit get real you don't wanna shoot it?