SpyHunter - Intellectual

[Intro]

Hah

Breathe

Ayy, Terk

Sparkheem

[Chorus]

Machine guns in the whip, I'm feelin like Spy Hunter

Whip matte black like a jet

Hop in the booth and then cook up with Terk

When it’s nothin' to do, bitch, a beat'll get murked

How people move when they don’t have a Perc'?

Bitch, you send me the info and I'm goin' to work

How many niggas gon' really get busy

When real shit go down? It's not really that many

[Verse]

I dropped a ticket, he still ain't gon' get it

Bitch get every dollar, I’m fully committed

Hah, hah, niggas be shot with that shit in the neck

Fuckin’ your bitch and your shooter be next

Could learn from my movements, I do it the best

Nigga, you foul and I'm shootin’ the TEC

Bitch bring out the towel, whole street'll get stretched

Pussy ass ho, I don't fuck with the beach

Even if I lost it all, it's not back to the basics

Grab a eight ball, then I’m beatin' the pavement

I'm spendin' money, fuck a cost, nigga, life is amazing

New California strain got it dry as a raisin

New G-19, I'ma call it the raven

Kickin' down the door, they heard me come from the basement

I heard you want some smoke, I brought the dope, we can face it

I fucked your bitch and then I left her, bruh

Lookin' back at shit I did, that shit'll mess you up

You must don't know me, let me catch you up

I'm a million dollar man, your boyfriend just a thug

I got a plan and it's just for us

The only praise that I give is to the one above

I want was this, what was made to be

You know the reason I exist to make history