It Was Me - Intellectual

[Intro]

Gotcha

Who made this? JB made this

[Chorus: RV, Headie One & LD]

It was me that he hopped that fence from

Bro said 'roll safe’ cah life's too short

So the clip in the skengs long

It was me on the back of that one-twos

I don't know where bro got that ped from

It was me and bro on the whizz tryna find where they at

I ain’t talkin' 'bout mentions

I need all of these feds gone

You already know what my friends on

If I buy that wap and send at man

It's me that the corn got sent from

It's me that was settin' up shop

24 hours, gettin' these Z's gone

No sleep in these streets, no back and forths

We ain’t playin’ no ping pong

[Verse 1: LD]

How you start your own war?

Now your friend got-got

Little man don't want no parts

Built like Tin Man, coming like Drake

Either way, you ain’t got no hearts

Grab my cannon and shoot man live like a camera man, just ask

Corn got thrown like darts

I hit my target clean then hit that bath

Still gotta buss shots, what I did in the A

M, he's great, he'll do it with bae

Shots to the chest, let it burn like praise

Or Usher, bare dance when the ting here raise

Hit my prey then pray

Knife work shine not ye, I beg a man pree my chain

I dare a man test my gangster

LD's not about banter, I’m all about smoke like cancer

Whole load of shit on the table, get it all wrapped like Pampers

ST out with the Coke can, make the ting fizz like Fanta

[Verse 2: Headie One]

Got two in this unsawn Trenton

Tryna leave his head back more than dented

Rise up this two litre engine

My young boys ain't got not chill

They don't wanna know nuttin' 'bout Netflix

Got nicked in the bando

And hit the bando when I done my sentence

I guess I ain't learned my lesson

Still two-0 for a three-four or six-five-0 for seven

We lost a next wap, it's cool

Becah' we still got smoke for the twos

I guess the gangdem good like Megan

Trident pissed cah I got NFA for a next attempted

Yo Rev, ain't it just getting repetitive?

Seen a opp boy stare feminine

Got a fresh nine to test

Man take it to the 9, make sure it's genuine

My new ting wanna know how I'm getting it

She ain't know I'm en route with this two and a blues

'Cause the spot like a penalty

All I do is count these notes

My wap tryna make that beat like Remedy

[Verse 3: RV]

I got bad B's sendin' me nudes

Probably cah I'm steppin' in Loubs

Came a long way from being rock bottom

Like the wrestlin' of the move

I wrap white like a Devlin tune

And I step with weaponry too

Last time I got nicked

Had a shank so big, couldn't fit it in the evidence tube

Last time that I backed my flick

Could've dislocated my wrists

On the opp block everybody hates me

Still go there like everyting criss

Them man get wet like tissues

Still, none of them ain't on piss

I got two in the dots and six in the spin

Rudeboy, you can take your pick

Many men want me dead

Just like 50 Cent's song

Run man down in my sliders

Would've been stressed if I ever had creps on

Since I was young like Teflon

I been magic with the stick

I'll slap it in your wig, it's a vanishin' trick

Like, "nigga, where your head gone?"