Infantry - Intellectual

[Intro]

Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Go (Yeah), go (Yeah), go, go

Go (Yeah), go (Yeah, Raf, Raf, Raf)

I'm gon' let it off

Let my brodie know, you know we really ready to pop

Still outside with all my homies, posted with my squad

I said I would go up, and that shit happened, that's on God

My brodie set it up to me and he gon' pass the lob

I been on my own shit, bitch, you can't talk to me

Know my gang ride 'round town with them sticks like the infantry

We hit that boy two times in the chest, yeah, that's a sight to see

Know my shooter shootin', he don't miss, that boy an M.V.P

They wanna copy the shit that I do

Smoking that gas, bitch, I'm smoking that glue

Ride around town in that big Bentley coupe

That nigga cappin', not tellin' thе truth

Run up on me, and my bro finna blatt

Run up on me, and my bro finna shoot

Grill in my mouth, know it stay on the tooth

Taking that W, I nеver lose

Nineteen, got my own crib, you can't say the same

Nineteen, still the same person, I could never change

Nineteen, and I ain't even peak, but, bitch, I got that fame

Nineteen, but bitches everywhere, they screaming out my name

Back in action, that's when I'm gon' get it

My bro got too many sticks, they think it's armageddon

Pull up to the function, in that party, we get let in

Know I'm going up, the direction that I'm headin'

I'm gon' let it off

Let my brodie know, you know we really ready to pop

Still outside with all my homies, posted with my squad

I said I would go up, and that shit happened, that's on God

My brodie set it up to me and—

I'm gon' let it off

Let my brodie know, you know we really ready to pop

Still outside with all my homies, posted with my squad

I said I would go up, and that shit happened, that's on God

My brodie set it up to me and he gon' pass the lob