Off Top - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah

Zoo Gang

Slatt

[Chorus]

Every time I ride around, bitch, ridin' around with that pole, you know I ain't lackin' (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm finna do me a show, turn up on the stage, and collect my backend

I just met a bitch from the hood and her ass so fat, I wanna fuck her from the back-end

Everybody in my gang, they stand tall, niggas, we ain't doin' no ratting

I ain't have shit little nigga, I was on that block I was out there trappin' (No cap)

I done had the percs, had the weed and the lean motherfucker And I had that Crack in

I was on the block with the Glock all day lil nigga I ain't doin' no lackin'

Let a opp slide through while I'm trappin'

Up the Glock and I'm goin' to get to clappin'

Pop a nigga in rapid fashion

Keep that Glock on me it's fashion

Pussy boy don't make me mad!

Zoo Gang come through get the whacking!

Heem Lo that boy so bad! On bro that boy's an assassin

We be sliding on the opps with a passion

Kill that boy now that boy he past tense

[Verse]

I be getting to the racks No Baptist

More money in ya checks and ya taxes

Do it big motherfucker I'm Jurassic

I be smokin on all different gasses

He a bitch who the fuck done gassed em'

I refuse to let a bitch nigga whack me

Slide through and hit a nigga in traffic

Hop out with that motherfuckin' ratchet

We gone show you lil niggas who gangsta

Put that lil boy in a box just like The Undertaker

These bullets gon' bake ya like the sun in Jamaica

We send that boy to ya maker

Young Pop, Yeah Im paid

I got some Glocks on the way

And a big box of them K's

The Zoo, they go crazy

We raisin' hell on them boys

We slidin' though every day

Yeah, all of my niggas they hittas, your niggas gone die cause we Killers yeah

Niggas talk shit we don't feel that shit

My hitta came through and he split his wig

Young nigga popping the realest shit

I know the real niggas feel this shit

Bitch, you know Pop, I'm as real as it gets

I gotta ride with the stick in this bitch