Let It Rip - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah, woah

[Chorus]

I'm at the top, don't think that I'm stoppin'

Makin' some songs, my fans tell me, "Drop 'em"

Designer on me and you know that I'm coppin'

Walk into Saks 'cause you know that I'm shoppin'

I'm in the top two and I'm not second

Bro got a choppa, he's holdin' that weapon

Feel like a teacher, I'll teach 'em a lesson (BenjiCold, why you icy?)

Like Ash, already know I'ma catch 'em

[Verse]

I got that rocket on me, let's blast

Talkin' that shit? We beat your ass

You wanna talk, but don't got class

Countin' my money, I watch it add

Up in the bank and it never go down

The hollow tips on the motherfuckin' rounds

Do not think I can let my mama down

I'm doin' my best, I'ma make hеr proud (Yeah, yeah)

Do not think I want your ho, sellin' out my shows

Balеnci' my toes, squad, I keep 'em close

This the life I chose, ain't do this alone

Stayin' with my bros, talk to me, boy, watch your tone

You want that smoke, so we pull up with sticks (Boom-boom-boom)

And now you don't wanna talk shit

I got a choppa, that shit finna rip

Beyblade, we gon' let that bitch spin

Shout-out the gang, yeah, shout out my twins

King of the dough, bitch, I always win

Do it for family, I do it for kin

Free all my brothers that's locked in the pen

I'm finna get a tat, that stick-n-poke

Only wanna talk shit through a damn phone

I been makin' money by singin' at home

Talkin' to me, boy, you bet' watch your tone

Shout-outs Antonio, R.I.P. Tone

She said I'm not shit, but I'm makin' her moan

I feel like I'm Zee, 'cause I'm up in New York

I'm puttin' in effort, I'm puttin' in work

I know your girl want me, yeah, she tryna flirt

I don't even want her, but I know you hurt

Come with the cash if you want a verse

Killin' my features, put 'em in a hearse

Kill them motherfuckers, put 'em in the dirt

I was real down bad, think I had a curse

But I'm up at the top, I ain't stoppin'

Know niggas hatin', I know that they watchin'

Accepting defeat, that cannot be me

I'm mixin' the Kapital with Louis V

I feel like Pharrell, I've been rockin' ICECREAM

Bapestas, know that they stay on the feet

I need the money, [but not the lay? been andale?]

Smokin' on gas, it's all in the brain

Link up with Sam when I'm off the plane

I never cared 'bout that shit they sayin'

Don't play with the stick, stick, know you don't wan' get hit

Know I'm makin' them hits, hits, know I cannot miss now

Wan' copy my fits, fits, boy wanna be like me

He tellin' a fib, fib, I know that boy lyin'