PROXIMA - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Young Lo]

Concentrate on paper, thinkin' of a cable, must I flip my script for chips

Dips and gravy, yeah, baby, see you rollin', big Mercedes

Diamonds and pearls, [?] and [?], this bitch got more cheese than cheddar

In the purse, smokin' green, as I'm casin' out the scene

Ballin' out of control, look in the rearview, see a two-year old in the babyseat

Strapped down to the buckle, got me trapped now

To them busters, I'm leavin' no evidence, raise it to my residence

Killin' a child got me 'noid, well, got to collect my mail

Loaded up that ninе double-m, put that Glock down my hip

Took a little trip, 'cause I'm bailеd up, busters trippin'

My niggas let their shawty ride, cruisin' to that other side

High as sky, I can't lie, but this shit is do or die

Them devilish dollars keep on dancin' in my head

So if the Five-O broke with the Y to the O, they catchin' lead

Made it to the hood, all good, put up the jewelery and dope

Then I put the cheese in the bank, 'cause I'm finna get some more

Parked my car behind the track, pulled out my fuckin' gat

Sat behind the bushes scopin', watchin' none of them suckers locin'

All of a sudden, I just click, jumped out like a lunatic

Made them niggas bail out quick, drop it off your ass, bitch