No Strings Attached - Intellectual

[Intro: BROLY500!]

Yeah, yeah

Young G

Bitch we came in some twangers, pistols flailin', no cappin', bitch, we ragin', not playin'

Bitch, on my gang life, [?] no access like Tinker Tailor

While you was sippin' on Fiji, I was playin' with ouijas

He looked through the scope, I wonder who sees me

Costantine was with demons, you wonder why your son goes missing

I have not seen him, nor his body

Two tone shawty big body, kamikaze, leap!

If you feelin' froggy, sleep, if you feelin' groggy, bitch

I don't give a fuck about a nigga or his mommy

That's her seed, like a poppy and I'll even drop his Papi

If he think he solid, I might have to leave him soggy

No apology, no sorry, he get flattened like a latki

I'm the bomb, they call me Saki, chopper kickin' like karate

Hand sign shinigami, man dyin' if he try me

Uh, uh

Where you think you going, boy?

No strings attached, like a wireless controller, boy

Hit the mute button, now I have to kill the noise

I might have to split his planet, I might have to kill that boy

BROLY!

I got five-hundred rounds in the drum

It's a bad move if he make a sound, boy, he dumb

I'm a square nigga, I don't fuck around

I'ma try angles on a nigga, then I X him out

Turn that nigga to a hashtag when I hit him with the pound

Bombs over Baghdad, I'ma make a lot of sounds

Chopper shells leave 'em crusty, 'cause that nigga is a clown

With my baseball bat, I might have to charge the mound

Where you think you goin', boy?

No strings attached, like a wireless controller, boy

Hit the mute button, now I have to kill the noise

I might have to split his planet, I might have to kill that boy