Dash - Intellectual

Can’t even take my pants off, baby make it fast

Soon as I feel my legs lock it’s time to do the dash

In the streets, still praying that I don’t go crash

But it be hard cuz my n****, don’t know how to act

Everybody tough on IG, see you for real and blast

And they telling, get to dropping dimes; Steve Nash

I already did that shit, leave it in the past

Pray I don’t bring the demon out, and shit gon’ get tragic

You lil’ n****s really lame, acting cutthroat

Everybody cutthroat, ‘till it’s gunsmoke

I’m tryna finger-f*** the trigeer, now my s*** broke

You shot a hundred rounds and ain’t hit, what your gun for?

N*gga ain't no shooter, we gon’ call him Rajon Rondo

Spinning through your corner, fight up in the Tahoe

Only thing worse than a thot, is a dumb hoe

Call me trash bag legend, I’m a dump bro

Go tell all your lil n****s I ain’t scared of your folks

You should know that though, fire up, inferno

That n**** die slow, roll you up like some dope

Say my name five times like Candyman, I'm at your door

I guess you a tough guy, call that boy a G.I. Joe

VS, this ain’t S.I bro, I’m high as the sky bro

And that rap s***, n**** you need to give it up

.762, hit that boy, he ain’t getting up

Drank it raw, hell nah I don’t need a cup

Boy playing with double S, that ain’t smart bruh

N**** playing with this s***, you know you gon’ lose

Better tell your momma, write it down, leave some clues