Rockets - Intellectual

[Chorus]

I don't talk, I be steppin’

I pray to Swin every time that I'm bendin'

Walk up on feet, how I teach him a lesson

I can’t leave the crib without G in possession

I send Little O on they side, it's a message

I see a opp, he don't die that's a blessing

Stand over top just to check if he not checking

I call up B.A. he bend through in a second

Drop lo' and we slidin'

I send lil' Many to line 'em

They cap, they be duckin’ and hidin’ but Max always find 'em

Think they forgot, I remind ’em

See 41 in traffic up chop, make 'em take off his diamonds

I'm tryna click 'til the cops come

Mikey on dick, tryna diss ’til he catch him a hot one

Kha, he on dick but we flocked him

Zo, he on court tryna score like he play for the Rockets

[Verse]

I'm in my bag, they can't stop shit

Fuck 'bout a bitch, I get chips, tryna make me a profit

L.R been doin' that hot shit

Dissin' on bro, see a 3rd, on my mother, I'm flockin'

Clip holdin' twelve like it's Stockton

I'm on they block tryna bang on an opp like Ibaka

Bend through the Stuy wit' some options

If I catch Bizzy on Maddy, on Swin I'mma drop 'em

Get in the zone when I'm creepin'

I've been a threat on the court since the start of the season

I'm gettin' back off of pieces

Twenty a week over Zelle, catch a bin and I'm greasin'

I get in touch then he bleeding

Run up a check in a day, that's a wave I'm not teaching

I start to flick if he reachin'

He could get left on this block for the shit that he preachin'