Bells - Intellectual

[Lil Twan: Hook]

Fuck that shit I keep that fye on me

These niggas ain’t plotting on me

I’m in love with this rap shit

Niggas thinking I’m gon’ sell my soul

On God we run down on the opps

We show these niggas how to use them poles

In a shootout we know that lil’ buddy gon’ fold

He ain’t solid

We know he ain’t stick to the code

Yeah, popping these pills

Yeah, it’s fucking my head up

Chop a nigga hand if he take from the gang

Walk down car all blacked out

He ain’t have no blick, lil’ bro got slapped out

We been GSP-K before I heard of FBL

Walked in the spot like, “What’s that smell?”

Lil Jon, yeah, we got them bells

[Lil Jon Jon: Verse]

We tooting them hammers, the opps is nail

We shoot at they camera, they watching like twelve

Diss on lil’ bro, send your head through the mail

Walk down, double back, confirm that kill

I really feel safe with them murders and killers, for real

Them young niggas spinning for real

They catching them bodies from breakfast and dinner, for real

Put his ass on a plate like a meal

But they told me to chill

But a young nigga back in that action

That young nigga psyching, he really be crashing

These niggas be bitches, they really be sassy

I don’t hang with no pussy, I hang with them savages

Tryna run this money up the fastest

Tryna run this money up the faster

Tryna beef about a hoe, lil’ bro can have her

Roll up this Zot, paper Grabba

I’m laughing to the bank with hella laughter

These niggas moving hella backwards

Nigga, fuck all that talking, we ready to battle

He fumbled the sack, I’m the one made the tackle

The opps be scared, we got ’em in shackles

These niggas, they scared

And if the pussies shoot at my brother

Them niggas end up dead

Mmm, what I said