G Code - Intellectual

[Intro]

I ain't got no present day

My niggas still trappin’ out of Section 8

First class, we got big cake

Ayy

Hard times don't last, nigga (Don't last, nigga)

I was runnin’ down for that cash, nigga (For that cash)

I wake up, I want me a big bag, nigga (A big bag, nigga)

It ain't real hard to do some math, nigga (Uh)

Had to trust some niggas, had to trust some hoes (What? What?)

One thing I won't do, one thing I won't do (You know)

Still in designer clothes, still in designer clothes (Designer clothes)

Designer on me and designer on my bros (What?)

Yeah, I can't love a bitch

Glock up on my hip

They got rubber grip

And young Boowop

We up on our shit

If you ain't gang, nigga

We ain't fuckin' with ya

I can’t trust these niggas

I be ballin’, swish

I be ballin', swish

I ball like the Clippers

Who the fuck is these guys?

I don’t want 'em 'round me

Me and Mal in that fast shit

Might make the ground bleed

If it's a problem, fix it, niggas need to mind they business

’Cause I been in the trenches gettin' it, tryna stack these riches

These niggas hatin' on the kid, don't want me get a plate

That stick with me same size as my nephew Blake

That stick hit and it sound like an 808 (Trapnanana)

And I ain't talkin' 'bout no food when I say bust your grape

Uh, she wanna fuck, I want her tongue

That's how I'm rockin', red rum, put that chopper on your bum