Gucci Plug - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Nick Grant]

This is heaven I swear, send the devil my prayers

Look hoe I'm showing my ass, that mean I'm never embarrassed

Everything is bout business I feel like Erick and Parish

Quite bored with the games, back to checking you squares

This that murda murda, aye send my best wishes

The games a dirty hoe, a well-dressed mistress

My blood cuz said I blew up am I set tripping

Cause when you popping, bitches talk they even text different

Such a fresh prince, Will Smith and Wesson

I'm so fucking sharp, could stick some shit to tetanus

Okay the ice on chill but shit my life is Netflix

I came and took they spot when the argued who the best was

Okay it's Nicky baby, I park the Benz on the curb

I ain't have no excuses I had to make that shit work

Go head and drool on it baby, I been dripping since birth

'Cause when shit ain't that sunny I throw that shit in reverse

I'm gone!

[Chorus: D.R.A.M.]

I just had to run it back

When I ran into the cash

Make you wanna run away

And go back to a sunny day

And I don't want no cloudy skies

When I look up in your eyes

I see you feel the same

Let's go back to a sunny day

[Verse 2: Nick Grant]

Me and hit in this bitch

And my bitch got a bitch

I ain't giving em shit, only dinner and dick

Tatt my name on your arm

That mean you gave me your heart

This the flow of the gods

Here's a verse from the psalms

Swimming in this paper, let's make the world move

Expensive linen, switching women like girl groups

Don't make me pull up on you, I did my curls too

Too many clown niggas, I let the world spoof

You, life is a motherfucker but daddy's back

When I'm bucking get to ducking like Aflac

Man these hoes outta pocket but still can have the sack

Never indirect I'm at yo chest like the cabbage patch

King, no it ain't a thing that we won't do for love

Only in business I must remove the grudge

Talk bout what them do but they don't do enough

Got you bleeding red for my green

I need a Gucci plug, HA!