front - Intellectual

[Chorus]

(Wake up, F1LTHY)

Yeah, nigga tryna say he on

Niggas wan' cop my style, wanna dress like me, lil' boy, know you my peon

Brand new chop' came with a new laser, bitch, and you know that shit neon

He tryna pick no side in any beef, nigga, what side is you on? (Come on, Chenzo, yeah)

Uh, what side is you on? (Ha)

Wear Balenci', no Saint Laurent

Give me out sticks like this shit track

I got all pros, bitch, got no cons

This Rick Owens, not no Dunks

That lil' nigga not what we on

You know we ready, where you from?

That boy cap, and that's up front

That boy lyin' 'bout his funds

No he broke, that boy got none

And don't talk about no sticks, 'cause my bro ready with that drum

Ain't no one can do it better than me, bitch, I left no crumbs

Only gettin' first place, bitch, sure I'm not playin' tonight

Balenci' track jacket on me, just came from the runway

Niggas fuckin' up my balance, fuckin' up my function

Glock might have a switch, you might not know, you'll find out one way

No this not no game but my brothers about that gun play

Yeah, yeah, they ready to shoot, they got nothin' to lose

Yeah, shooters they move in the night like they the Phantom Troupe

Yeah, tell that boy right to his face that "I don't fuck with you"

Uh, bro got one stick and he don't know what the fuck to do