Get Low - Intellectual

[Intro]

Grrah, grrah

Like, like, word to bro, nigga, everybody shot, nigga, they know how we comin', nigga

We smokin' Gunna, all them dead niggas, nigga

PFA, on this, 816, I got TTF with me

Like, word to bro

Like, like, look

[Chorus]

Everybody get low

Better not lack when I put on that ski, boy, I’m ready to blitz

Dreads hang low, they know it’s me once I hop out that V, ion stop 'til it click

Like, I tried to run, but I got caught, somebody tell 69th to go suck on a dick

Tell 'em free Suave, heard he took three, I was locked in my cell, nigga, I was so sick

PFA on the map, 'member back then we posted on blocks, we was beatin' on opps, whеre the fuck is they at?

Thеy think I’m famous, I got a lil clout and I switched up my mode and I started to rap

I’m out on bail so I ain’t gonna do it, I call up my shooter he lettin' it clap

They mention me, PFA this, Lil Leek that, I swear everything cap

[Verse]

Bullets taggin' 'em up, like, it’s man down, heard they baggin' him up

Told 'em roll up the pack, we smokin' Gunna and Mack, what the fuck, is you matchin' or what?

Said he seen me, I ain’t have G, I think he laced, is he cappin' or what?

They know my name, know how I rock, any opp in the spot of then I’m packin' him up

Said they told me to chill, said I’m too close to a deal to be goin' in and out of them cells

But I got feels, I spot a-, I told bro pass the-, ion care bout jail

Like, shooter from deep that’s on my bop or I rather get close and deliver them shells

Smokin' Lil Dee, mix it with Dot, ion smoke Lefty, got tired of the smell

Said they countin' me out, they think I’m done, how the fuck am I done? Nigga, I just got started

I see the fake, I know the real, so I don’t say much I just move with the [?]

Spark up the G, [?] blockwork, ion wanna smoke [?], boy, it smell like he farted

Pass to Freddy, I know he ready, one false move and he leavin' him retarded

Let me go down the list

Get in that room, boy, you better not fold, boy, you better not talk, boy you better not switch

This what you chose, you get caught in that jam, boy, you better stay solid, you better not snitch

Til to the Line, they know I love 'em, if worse comes to worse then I’m grabbin' the blixk

Yes, I write rhymes, I get in that mode, it’s no tellin' me no once I get on that strip

They don’t know how it feel, mama said “Chill”, I said, “I can’t, I’m too deep in the field”

Carry my steel, when you see me better up your pipe 'cause I promise I will

I need a deal, I need a mill', 'member late nights we ain’t eat not a meal

Nigga, this real and we had all of the [?] got them askin', “How did it spill?”

It get deeper than rap, like, it’s PFA, it’s no deeper than that

They like my brothers, came from my mothers, you play with the gang and I’m lettin' it clap

Free all the bros, like, from the rock to the roads, ain’t no guns better carry a scap'

I heard he told, can’t come around if your name on the paper, don’t fuck with no rats