Shots Remix - Intellectual

[Intro]

M1OnTheBeat

[Chorus: Morrisson]

My exes and friends weren't moving correct so I cut them off

A lot of you don't like me and I don't like you, so that's no love lost

It's use or get used out 'ere, and me I get used 'cause I'm useful

You get used less 'cause you're useless, it's an ugly game, but it's beautiful

Boy, if you ain't go no dough then pick up your phone and do some shots

Girl, if you've got no arse then you better go gym and do some squats

Small batty gyal in my DM, that's a instant decline, every ting lock 'arff

Pull up on me and my section, instant gunshot, every ting lock 'arff

[Verse 1: Morrisson]

Look at who just stepped in Morrisson

I've already bodied this track, right now it's a burial ting

I'm about to murder this rap game, just like I murdered the trap

I'm a rapper that'd kick off your door and have your crop in the air like Shmurda's hat

Free Bobby, we get a brick, we slap it, bag it and get it all sold

Let's talk green 'cause I get it in bulk, I'm the biggest green man since Incredible Hulk

If bro's got beef then I'm getting involved, kick down front doors and take them down

Put you up for your bags and boxes, then watch your blood turn my blade brown

[Verse 2: Bandokay]

Small batty gyal in my DM, catty, no, she ain't making me happy

Trigger finger slappy, no yard shop when we're looking for pattys, akhi

Lean out of that back seat gladly, jump out gang, jump out and just slappy

The opp boys can't mad me, feds can't stand me just 'cause I look like my daddy

Mad ting when I'm angry, man's angry, the feds locked down half of my family

This sweet one's tryna go on boujee, looking boujee, tryna go on anti

Yo miss, you look sweet, no candy, I like big guns, shotgun just handy

Bad B's tryna off her panty, keep her drawers on, I can't wait 'till my gang see

[Verse 3: Double Lz]

Small batty gyal get lock 'arff, dotty get chop off, ride out proper

Bells for the shotgun but if a colour don't lack on your strip, catch corn in your upper

Fuck off, fuck off, dance get lock 'arff, twist this blade, push that in a sucker

Six in this spin, two in a brucker, them man disperse when we buck each other

Double Lz, I'm a sav', man's anti, slappy, four black yutes in ballys

Clappy, saucy driller in the back seat, athlete, catch up quick, it gets splashy

Slap the dots at your akhi, gladly, stuff the mash with two batteries

Free SJ, my bro's not a patty, we had two waps in the dinger, no cabby

[Verse 4: Burner]

Nuttin' but drills when they're mentioning me, how many drills have I done in a week?

Gang pull up, bare tape at the scene, how many souls am I taking with me?

Pull up, I drill and I'm out, opps over there, I'm shelling that crowd

Marvelous works, I didn't see trial, I'm getting bagged cah their fucking mouths

I'm tryna leave the opp block tented man, would've thought my opps went camping

Come like N Dubz with no regrets, any opp I got, I meant it

Fuck the judge and free all my guys, free all my guys dem sentenced

Heard he got hit with a chesty ones, gonna need more than Lemsip

Juggin' and drillin', belt hold two, it's spinning

Any type of beef, man winning, jeans and the crep, many tings just spinning

Crème to the crème , courtesy of whipping, my mum should've named me Kipling

Man down if I got the 4s on point, bought me the kways from the shelf, that's dipping

Bad B cattin' for the woodin'

She asked if the stories are true, I tell them that the proof's in the puddin'

Shoe box without no shoe, two feet in, man they got one foot in

Eliminate risk, no clues, ride with the Rambz but I might just whoosh him

Corn from the 10 so fat they took him

[Verse 5: V9]

Ayy, come here

Uplift him, when I rip it

They don't wanna feel this drilling (They don't)

Two Samurai's and kitchen, I mean Rambo knife, I'm just kidding

Dot-dot ain't missing, full stop to your life if I ping it

See red like a BBM message, grab that dots and fill him with pellets

I'm lurking

They don't wanna see me purging

Catch these yutes and hurt them, your old ones are wet, close the curtains

Touch my young boy in his head, and awaken him like Krillin

This car holds seven, but we stuff nine

You know we ain't good at maths, opp block, conquer and attack

Mad on my ones, don't need my batch, swing my Johnny and watch him plank

Ching mans neck and call him Titan, backroad drillings, do it in silence

I want man packed like parties, evacuate, keep it marching

V9 too devlish, slap man's sister for loving her brother

I'm on beef and dough like pie, don't think twice, you might die

Slap shots, stop squinting your eyes, you might just dead up tonight

Bill up a zeggy and get fried

[Verse 6: Snap Capone]

Get a whole brick, turn it to two, abracadabra

Score goals like Zaha, been on the field like Drogba

Still try and dodge me a copper

Still doing burger and lobster

You can tell I'm a G from my posture

The .44 long holds crayons

Rose gold bullets with your name on

Shoot-shoot-shoot 'till your brain's gone

Slap off the war with a K on

I don't turn off, I stay on

Might just put your bae on

You get a new pack, I'll buss you, you couldn't even tell it's been touched

I killed two niggas and shot twenty niggas and still ain't been touched

Excellent finish, clinical headshots

Feds caught night gloves, see red in my eyes like Cyclops

If I bang on your whip, that's a write off

If I ride to your block, that's a life lost

.44 long, oh my gosh

Trappin' ain't dead, my Encro buzzing, got bricks on lease

Me and Morrisson, two rap niggas that really put bricks on the streets