BUNTA - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Jedi Chancellor]

Jaw dropped capped peeled off

Fixing to book it (hasty)

I hop out come through raw

Keeping it shooken (quaken)

Imma rock now never was soft

What's that cooking baby

Hot up in my kitchen lately

Sauce that got yo' momma faded

Smokey pull a deebo turbo drive ain't no one seeing shit

10 deep with my people I got eyes from the mother ship

Funk it see no evil in the rhythm it's just happening

Clap it back if your savagery really match what you mouthing checked

Hoe yeah you see through man

It's just a free throw damn

We are not equal fam

You need to cut

Fuck it up I eat off that

Nah nah you geek I laughed

Don't choose a different path

I think it's funny

[Hook: twohorizonra]

Got the bunta in the whip, that's enough said

Runnin' from the feds, now we counting down the sunset

Left hand grippin' grain while I'm gettin' brain

She wanna swang on me, bang on me in the range

[Hook: YD]

I got my shawty gettin' wild while she getting wet

Gettin' to it like I’m Romeo and she Juliet

Get the weed and take out some tabacco out the cigarette

Got me geekin' while she fuckin' tweakin' off the Percocets

[Verse 2: kenny casanova]

Close my eyes when I drive

I don't read any signs

So the pigs get to fuckin with me

Blowin O's out the whip

They said he ain't shit

So they threw another charge at me

So I, lay low throw my dick thru the window

I'm the type of nigga turn a wife to a widow

And my death note it was finished by this liquor

Told you I'm a sinner, bulldozing her placenta

I'm Lavar when whip in the Kunta, Kinte

Panda inside and the tires grippin

Shawty don't drive but she love how I shift it

Third gear get to grinding by that time she need a minute

[Verse 3: Tony Tone]

Bitch I'm getting winter thick

I'm at the potluck, I got some licorice

You betta get ya jaw up

These silly stans make a fucking phone busy damn

Betta bring me bills Igotta fucking build a city

And if imma rap then u best get my words straight

Same ones kissing ass pissing on they first date

Me i'm at the same crib old drugs ain't shit

Got me crawling to my whip I'm drifting on them hair pins

Shitting on ya god complex, nice to finally meet

Pissing off the roof hope they neighbors wanna take a peek

Down a dos by the 2, drown ya hopes by the pool

Attitude on altitude, I'm high enough to bake em rude