Wrapper - Intellectual

[Intro]

OK, KMoney

[Verse 1: LOM Rudy]

Chain 50, nother 50 on a diamond pendent

You need some help with your bags, I'm a flight attendant

You posting guns on the net, won't get the right attention

You must be talking 'bout some M's to get my attention

Eh man, I be tripping, but I don't miscount it

You gotta grab at least a hundred to get discounted

That's with anything, food or the jellybeans

[?] got half money, y'all believe anything

I can sell anything, you get sold any weed

Eh, I make the number, I control everything

You play with us, we dropping heavy cheese

I feel like Mike Amiri, I done sold heavy [?]

I hit hoes plenty [?], I done froze everything

Shoot it from the west coast, I throwed everything

After your big brother taught you, showed you everything

You just went in there, and told them people everything

[Chorus: LOM Rudy]

Bust it out the wrapper

Sit it on the table

Mix it with the, see what it take

Oh, you got the, drop it in the

Twist it in the syrup, you see what it make

So you got the blues, I heard you up in

Let's run to an M, who see who win the race

400 in jewels, this ain't nothing new

You can't fuck with the crew, blew the face

[Verse 2: Microwave Man]

Play with the poles, came up scraping a boll

All these niggas know, try me, I'm snatching your soul

Could've bought me a Roles, but I spent that on the low

I can see it in his face, that that nigga'll fold

Double up, triple up, on parole with them switches tucked

These niggas bitches, huh, acting like they killers, huh

I'm one of them niggas, huh, fast is how we flip it, huh

They doing it for mentions now, million dollar business now

Rudy, that's my lil cuzz

So I'ma get you dropped, it ain't gon' cost him nothing

Prescription drugs make a lot of sense

We buying all the blues, another [?]

If Golden Sun tell, we going back to jail

Unless that shit match the album sales

Ragscale scale with a brick and a new press

In the middle of my hood, I'm one of the best