Can’t Lack - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Yeah, I stay on point, you know that I can't lack

Walk in the spot with my gun and them racks

My niggas in here with rulers, no MAC

Smokin' big blunts, bitch, we smokin' the best

ADAF, nigga, you do the math

Never slow, boy, we on point like the Flash

Look how the diamonds hittin' with no flash

My guns be boomin' and yours just go, "Bap"

'Bout it in real life, nigga, this no rap

Run up then, pussy nigga, you get clapped

I got a Glock with a cooling kit in the back

And you know that we stay in the cut like some bats

And I fuck with no snitches, not no rats

And we was movin' the pounds, I ain't talkin' fat

Pull up, niggas start runnin' track

I see your heart, boy, you know that you stupid

When you see me, boy, you know that you dippin'

Pack came in, but you know that it's Christmas

I just want the brain, I don't do the kissin'

Niggas be fake, so I keep my distance

Nigga, I can smell the cap from a large distance

Bitches be lyin' and these hoes be trippin'

I can't go to a bitch house without my pimpin'

And if a bitch set me up, I'm flippin'

I'ma set this bitch off with my fuckin' Smithin'

Smithin', set it off with my Smithin'

Lot of niggas 'round me started actin' fake, so I started snippin'

Pockets on Peter Griffin, I'm all about the chicken

Bitches wasn't tryna fuck with me 'til a young nigga started winnin'