Silver Spoon - Intellectual

[Intro]

Hmmmmmm

Sheesh!

Lord!

Hah! Look (Look)

[Verse]

Shredda be killin, now you call me Williams, you know that I'm bringin the hype

I'm throwin 'bows, better get low, if you ain't ready to fight (bo bo)

My niggas cold, and ready for war, yeah they see you it's on sight

We know you pussy, you tight

You better cherish your life

Niggas see me, no you ain't V, but my lil homies that jailed

Bounce with the bag from Santa

Run up on his old ass with the hammer (like baow)

Then to the green from Atlanta

Fuck around put the shit on camera

Catch a first flight back to Atlanta

Without saying no word, bitch no grammar

Pick and load with that can

Cause you know that bitch got a special bean

Fast play like it's draft day

Cause lil shawty said she wanna be on a team

I call that lil hoe promethazine (what?)

She always talkin bout gettin lean (okay)

I told that hoe she might be a fiend

Now she just too aggressive into me

I know she talkin bout gettin fit, but I love my bitches code: GRIP THICC

Assassin cause she on my hit list, turn ya main bitch to a mistress

Hit that hoe like a homer, no Simpson

While you at home doing dishes

I'm wreckin that pussy it's dented

You can have her back cause she rented

She a throwback like she vintage

You said that she was a golden girl

I just sit back while she spin and twirl

You didn't know I control the world?

Shawty say she want diamonds and pearls

But I would rather have a duffel

Let me eat, let me feast

Like this was the Last Supper

[Chorus]

No you can't play the dude

Before you do that I played the fool

You cannot judge the crew

We had to do what we had to do

You ain't a killer, boy, you ain't a killer

Nigga you just kill the mood

I hate to be rude but bitch

We wasn't born with a silver spoon

Can't be a infamy, got too many people depend on me

Feeling like life is too sweet, I put in work I deserve a treat

Say grace, time to feast, before you wake up the belly of a beast

[Bridge]

Bow ya head, bow ya head, bitch it's time to say grace

Shawty get down on her knees, she fiendin for the Lord's taste

Shawty look like Pennywise, after I buss on her face

She love it it's great, now her face covered in paste