Sober - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Walk down, we don't do no drive-by’s

Hop out with that .30 stick, put that bitch between his eyes

When you go up on this mission, you better not damn change your mind

Yungin got that bracelet on his leg, but steady saying he gon' die

Judgement day come up, now your stupid pussy ass gon' cry

30 rocks up in his pockets, the police catching me lying

Cocking back, I’m blowing out far

Choppas clapping it ain't no choir

I'm sober than a bitch, but this glizzy is with me now

I'ma punisher

I'ma do that lil' boy dirty

Say momma I could fly, so please don't be worried

He tryna earn that green flag, the bitch gotta commit a murder

My cousin slung lines, while I'm getting full of that purple

Make them come spin up on your block, that’s if you speak up on my circle

This ain’t no action, I gеt active, my young niggas, they'll hurt you

Might as well commit suicidе ’cause you stay here hiding behind the curtain

Niggas know where you at when you ride, we be the ones not showing no mercy

Told that pussy boy, "Stop all that lyin' in yo' verses"

Them same songs gon' be the songs the playing when y’all in hearses

Shit, I'ma teach you, raise your hand when you wanna talk, don't ever reverse it

Niggas be hiding on their three eyes to catch them boys I ain't even swerving

Drill something, you ain't never killed nothing

Bitch, I'm 'bout that action like that chop gon' peel something

Stay talkin' on that phone, I catch you, I'ma drill yo' ass

No, you don't want no smoke with Yungin, he gon' kill yo' ass

I catch a opp down bad, pull out my Draco fast

160 on the dash, this scat pack moving fast

Lay in your dirt, if you ever heard of me, I ain't the last

Pray you get murked and I got this fucking choppa in my hand

Walk down, we don't do no drive-by's