4oes - Intellectual

[Intro: kanedakid]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, it's Kanedakid bitch

[Verse 1: kanedakid]

Okay, I hop out the car, I only do foot

I got your bro up in my wood

I'm bout to roll em up

And puff em in the sky, just as I should

He wanna play with me, sent the lo to his IG

He been talking bout some big shit, I wanna see something

Got too hot, it make 'em melt, beat that boy ass with a belt

I'm a send his ass some bullets like I shipped it in the mail

[Verse 2: ii]

God damn, first and foremost, it's fuck what you talkin' bout

You can catch a stray, whole bullet in your dogs mouth

Yo ass ain't rough, yo ass ain't grow up in a dogs house

It's a dog eat, dog world, the leftovers; out

I drop a four of blue in my Fanta, and I'm still spinning

Pray to God but I'm still sinning, still smoking that Bill Clinton

All I sip is juice, want me to stop?

Goodbye & Good Riddance

I would rather starve than give a fuck nigga my meal ticket (c'mon)

I pack the fuck out my bong, wе is not getting along (c'mon)

I do this shit in my sleep, insomnia killer, I nevеr will doze (c'mon)

Drop on the ear, looking for karats, look like a snowman nose

Your bitch peach up on me nigga, I might take a toad

The coldest that they'll ever be, I'm talking a la mode

I get the pack and start to chief like I'm Pat Mahomes

Listen, I'm a always chase paper, bro my wallet folds

If you fucking with the gang, then we get you gone

[Chorus: ii]

Bad bitch, sit it down on the floor (crack the fours up)

Leave a pussy nigga dead on the door (crack the fours up)

I'm a crack some fucking heads nigga (crack the fours up)

I'm a do it, fuck a plan nigga (crack the fours up)

Big B, shut it down, get the trap jumping

If you smoke that bitty spi- that's nothin- (crack the fours up)

If you bout it, word to dead nigga (crack the fours up)

All my niggas get it red nigga (crack the fours up), go DEAD!

[Verse 3: IAMDEAD]

Bitch I spot up with the shot, they know how I'm coming

All my niggas on the block and they up to something

Like, you ain't gotta Glock, why these niggas bluffing?

Like, tell me why "you ain't bad, you ain't nun''

Tell me once, what's your answer

I just pop these pills, and got more money, and my mans up

Like damn shawty asking for more Molly, and my Insta

Next week can tell me, why I'm fuckin on her sister

Lotta violence in my head, balling like I gotta fucking diamond in my head

You ain't gotta check, you better slide em when you land

Ain't no fucking way, you out and sliding on my mans

Beat a nigga with Drac, and that boy froze up

You ain't never seen a Lamb, but with all the doors up

I'm with all red, and I'm bout to pour up

Beat the boy on camera, we gotta close up

Huh, and my choppa sing, I'm off novacane, you ain't innocent

Tell em "stay up", GTHM came to represent

Pick yo mans up, get rid of the evidence, huh

[Verse 4: IKTL!]

Pistol put em on the ceiling that boy got some hang time

Retarded bitch throwing up four, cus she ain't got no gang signs

All my shooters roll in grills, they got them Johnny Dang vibes

I'm 2K balling on these nobodies, call me [?]

[?], he talking shit, get bat to face

Green dot on his head, and now he ducking like a basket case

All of this heat up on his drip, if he want smoke, then he goin have to wait

That bitch she swish around, you know she blowing what she [?]

Bitch I grew up 484, you know I throw them fours up

We make it black and white, this TEC come out, and make em tone up

Boy be barking now, he think he a popular loner

Yo dogs ain't barking boy, they walk around & eat yo homework

And bitch I bark, you know I put yo whole gang in a Backwood

Yo baby mama threw yo ring out, hoe my dick ain't that good

Ice on my neck, you know I keep that with a cold face

And my shooters got more [?] than fucking Coldplay

Bitch I got a big ass yop, pull up on the scene like Jaden; ICON

I keep the MAC on deck, like a fucking IPod

And I keep a iron on me, like I'm wearing IZODE