Rough - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Lil Darkie]

Pop pop pop

We're bookin' shots turn yo’ head out

You better duck, duck, duck

I smoke that loud, it make you pout

I better talk, talk talk

Talk that shit up, rip that beat up

That chief in, puff puff puff

I'm good for nothing when I'm huffing

It be rough, rough, rough

Nigga what's up? You is a punk

You ain’t that tough, you gon' get snuffed

Just like a candle, you can not handle me

Rough, rough, rough

You just be barking, watch where you parking

Sunlight it darken, out come the Darkie

Taking your wallet and phone and your car keys

Nigga what's up, nigga what's up?

Nigga what's up? Pump the fuck up, yuh!

Yuh

Why these stupid motherfuckers tryna get my bag

Little boy, I know you struggling why you looking so sad?

I been getting in, I got the cheat code, I got the will to win

Ain't no ballistic, just let us sing

Sound likе I pick up the diamond rings

Why are all thesе punks tryna waste my time

Feel like nickelodeon inside of my slime

You outta pocket, yeah you way out of line

I say how I'm doing like bitch I'm fine

Bitch I'm fine, go on his eye you were sipping on wine

I heard your music, that shit is a crime

Go straight to jail yeah, you should do time

Bitch I am fine!

Nigga what's up, nigga what's up?

Pump the fuck up, yuh!