Cut - Intellectual

[Intro]

Fuck

Ayy, yeah

Ayy, ayy, yeah, huh

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah (Man, turn that shit up)

Yeah, yeah

Ayy, bitch tryna FaceTime me, I'm tryna face this blunt

Ayy, no I'm not gon pass 'cause this hit's a rush

I be by myself 'cause I don't know who I can trust

Used to ride the bus, you need Wock'? We gon' serve you cut

Niggas think they hard, think they tough 'til my niggas buck

Grass was engrained on the side, we ain't make a fuss

Posted with the beams and the knives, get a nigga touched

Smokin' 33 on the block, you don't smoke like us

Grew up hard, used to play the yard on the boulevard

Lookin' for a stain, you look sweet, we gon' pull your car

I got battle scars, don't ask me why I put up guard

Think he hard, runnin' up on me, gon' send you to God

Think he hard, runnin' up on me, send you to the stars

Chopper hit him, uh, he look like he Dancing with the Stars

We gon' hit him, uh, we gon' bop him, Allahu Akbar

I'ma go get it, if it's a problem, you know that is solved

Ayy, bitch tryna FaceTime me, I'm tryna face this blunt

Ayy, no I'm not gon pass 'cause this hit's a rush

I be by myself 'cause I don't know who I can trust

Used to ride the bus, you need Wock'? We gon' serve you cut

Used to ride the bus, you need Wock'? We gon' serve you cut