Loot - Intellectual

[Intro: pintscored]

Hmm, Hmm, Hmm

I'm finna psych out, I just got the drop

A fuck-nigga play, his ass gettin popped

At the corner store posted up, dope in my sock

He don't got no loot, he don't got no guap

We put that boy up, we put him on FOX

Run down with that stick, nigga, you'll get popped

Yah, choppin' shit up with that stick, I pop out the whip with that K

Yeah, I just got a play, I hit my phone, I call up Dre

Take that boy down he can’t have a thing

I carry my Glock, I shoot with some range

Get off of that Perc, man, off of the chain

Boy he a square, that nigga a lame

Yeah, I got that fye' on me, tryna pop out, and hit sum' up

Yeah, nigga tryna cap on net, that boy better pop out and duck

I got a stick, nigga test yo luck

I got the fye', nigga, better not buck

I don't want that hoe, shе don’t got no butt

I heard that he died, whеn daylight's up

That nigga life suck

Huh, yo, fuck nigga

Put a drum on that K, I pop out like "What's up?"

He a bum, he's fucked up

Three-five blunts stuffed

Know that nigga life suck

Young nigga shit, nigga fuck Zuck (Plugg) (Yoo)

I tote sticks on me, tryna kill

Put my opp on TV like Dr. Phil

I don't know what love is, but I heard it ain’t real

I fuck with this Wock, if this how it feel

I remember I was broke, bitch, I had to steal (Had to take)

This ain't BO3, bitch you ain't got no kills

That ain't real za, shit ain't sealed

I- I be mad as fuck, my lean spilled

Ayy, bitch I pop my opp, just like pill

Ayy, just like pill

High as fuck, I told brody grab the wheel

Ayy, grab the wheel

Man that truck behind us better know how to steer

Y'all get low ay

C'mon, pint, yo, and we gone

Bitch, y- yo, gang, yuh

(Plugg)