DRoy - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Bando go too crazy)

[Verse 1]

They was talkin’ on X, now Droy a float

Fatboy, Gio, that’s three in a row

Edot, headshot, nigga a joke

Nigga Notti pushed up and went out by the poke

S3 did what? We flockin’ at Hounds

Tryna blitz with the Ripk, we not playin’ around

Spin wit’ two guns on that side, lay him down

Nigga spin, duck shots and he tall he a clown

Like oh my god, now we gettin’ heavy

Gio got shot, put a hole in his leggy

Smokin’ on Dayday, this shit got me deady

Like Dollaz, look, floor, heady

Dollaz got packed and y’all talkin’ on X

Hoodie up, braids down, tryna score like the Jets

Naz keep suckin’ my dick, man you next

DRoy, boppin’, tappin’ my chest

The F’s been on go, why y’all put us in tracks?

Up the hill they be bluffin’, fuck all the Makks

On the Ruff I was buggin’, troop wit’ no mask

Caught outta bounds with no G, that’s his ass

Oh he fuckin' wit' wokks? Then he can’t get a pass

Who that right there? He not F’s, gotta blast

Troopin’ through Davo, see Jodot that's gas

When I pop out the cut, yell out "F's", better dash

Oh he dropping my F? Better pick up his pace

Had to walk with a limp, the G burning my waist

When we troop to 64 get the fuck out the way

I told Shaggy to move, I need personal space

Wixk got scapped but he diss, how it feel?

I got active on multiple blocks, real spill

DRoy, burnin’ my chest, need to chill

They keep sayin’ bro name, had to spin just to heal

Every diss that we heard, we gotta make a spliff

They gon’ mention my name, when they see me they dip

On the Ruff three deep, they was tuckin’ that hit

Coulda sent him with Dayday, but he dipped

DRoy, dead, that’s the pack of the month

If she jackin’ the opps, then we packin’ her up

I can’t loaf in no party, I’m packin’ the gun

If they throw up the Makk, then this party is done

Tryna run up but you boxin’ the gun

Spent mad bread for this gun, are you dumb?

When I troop down the block, niggas know how I get

Like how many Wokk's on that side is a vic?

Got the Trend in the front, for the pic

Like first one that front on my Trend gettin’ flicked

D&D, roll ‘em up, nigga that’s pain

I can’t loaf on that block, I gotta let it bang

I can’t tell on my guys, I’m loyal to the gang

Since they mention bro name, I gotta let it rain

Adot on dick, he shoulda been a strain

Look what happened to Gio, his leg is in pain