CPR - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, Al Geno on the track)

This shit strictly for the motherfuckin' streets, nigga

[Chorus]

This that street shit, drop that shit, get everybody crunk

On my block, we don't fight, but everybody bunk

This that G shit, hear this shit out everybody trunk

Pull up three sticks, hundred shots, get everybody drummed

I made this shit for the hood

The police 'round the corner, it's a brick in the bush

Where was y'all antennas when this shit wasn't good?

Four shots to the body left me scarred

I stitched thе game up, now I'm finna give 'em CPR

[Verse]

Wakе 'em up

I grew up off dice, my point-six, bet it shake 'em up

This ain't another nigga chain, broke nigga, I'm the owner

I got like twenty P's left, do anybody want 'em?

Twenty thousand for the Cuban, bitch, and that's without the pendant

Lot of niggas gettin' money, but a lot of them won't spend it

I trap all around the globe, you out of town, you still can get it

Nigga got caught and he told, police still didn't reduce his sentence

Niggas snitchin' for no reason

I just brought the fuckin' trap back like Jeezy

It's a big difference between hungry and greedy

I got a twenty piece left, do anybody need it?

Put the FN on his lip, let it kiss a nigga good

Nigga ask me where I'm from, I say the Wish a Nigga Woods

I don't need her, I would leave her, you can have her, she can go

I rock Christian Dior, Dior, rest in paradise Pop Smoke

COVID-19 on these niggas, I'm so sick of y'all

I just sold twenty bags this morning, that's a fifty ball

Niggas some fiends for that dope, they takin' fentanyl

I wait my turn, but I'ma score every time I get the ball, yeah, yeah

Slam dunk in the rim

My weed ain't got no legs, but it jump out the gym

Hard on the internet, he get slumped when I see him

If you wanna live like this, sell a P, bitch

Stay up on the sidewalk, nigga, this that street shit