Olympics - Intellectual

[Intro]

S-R-B separation confirmed

Coming up on, uh, staging, the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at 2 minutes 5 seconds

[Verse 1: Monkey]

Yo, hand on heart, dem boy dere gems

Flick of the, flick of the wrist, it might blind you again

Roll and smoke, we did it again

Juice, man, spill, man, spill it again (Yeah)

Step with bros, man, ain't leavin' the hood without skengs (Nah)

Fuck a bodyguard, man got firearms

Get close that's you and your friend (That's you and your bro)

Bro hook the waps real life

Jay ain't tryna go back to the pen (Nah)

My nigga Jay fresh home

He got his trap phone to a men

Upsuh in Chantelle's house

Baggin' up packs of the leng (Packs of the long)

Playin' upfront, never retire like Pele and dem (Pele and dem)

Had beefs from young

Big bro cop that from young do kweng (Kweng, went)

You don't know about waps, rudeboy

I can talk about MACs and Stens

Opp block with M, wid that M, tryna whoosh that 10 (Whoosh, whoosh)

Tryna slap mans head back go home and pretend

Free my young boy Kizz (My young boy Kizz)

He got half than a 10 (Half than a 10)

God forbid that I land on the wing, never again (Never again)

Last time man step, normal settings, suttin' got drenched

[Chorus: Dimzy]

One stick, one for the aim

Money I gained, work everyday (Guap)

Cookie bud that I smoke's insane, loud expensive strain

War ready, got waps on deck

This hand ting holds like 8, it's cray

Still love me a dotty, slide on 2

Roll up and peb your estate

But I'm workin', and I stay workin'

Man, I got racks for days (Racks)

'Cause I'm certain I'll be makin' a million (Million)

All this money won't make me change (Never)

Still on the block with waps and trucks with the diamonds came (Blin', brr)

I heard they won the Olympics, too much 18K's

[Verse 2: Headie One]

Can't do it bait face on a cam no more but truss me, my young g's will

I still handle the wap kinda aight

And my knife work wonderful (Wonderful)

Feds went and booted up my door

For a bootin', I can sleep comfortable

It was like 6AM in the station and I'm face to face with a constable

I was on basic, writing letters

Cah love money and love weapons

Still gon' handle the shank with tekkerz

Jump out, get some touched in seconds

Tracksuit, LV sliders, and my Rambo when I run my errands (Simple)

And you can hear me from the top of the road when I start my engine (Brrrum)

Say sticks and stones may break my bones but I can't let feds take my phone

Count like a minimum seven

That's if they inspect like Sherlock Holmes

But shawty wouldn't wanna know no more if she ever knew I was serving stones

Me and bro done a works

Trident didn't have a clue cah I burnt my clothes