On Some Shit - Intellectual

[Intro: Quilly & Filthy Rich]

Aw yeah (hey, Filthy, what up!?)

Stand up nigga (no doubt)

We gon' get this bag!

[Chorus: Quilly]

How many licks do it take to get a brick?

Haines Street Hustler, Quilly & Filthy Rich

You know this my hood right? I'm on some shit

You know this my hood right? Catch you on some shit

I took that trips to Maryland and tripled up my flip

This a 100 round drum, you got 30 in your clip

How many licks do it take to get a brick?

Aww, yeah

[Verse 1: Quilly]

You could let a nigga eat wit you, he still tuckin'

You could give that bitch the whole world, she still fuckin'

Popcorn it, 62 it, the pot bustin', straight oil

Smokers skinny as David Ruffin

Haines Street Hustler, catch the smoke right out the muffler

You a dick rider, block hopper, cock (?)

5 30s like after (?) my shot disgusting, 6 Os of tussin'

Don't touch me, baby, I'm touchin'

17, Filthy gave me a quarter brick, told me to "run wit it"

"Just holla at me, when you're done wit it, let's have fun wit it"

I'm in the field like a scrimmage, crack house; landlords

Smokers is the tenants, made a quarter mill of (?)

Ask Pun, ask (?) ask Big, I'm a trapper turned rapper

That's word to my adlibs

I dropped that Egg foo young and bring that Wok back out

I'm in my feelings bitch, percs makin' my mood change

(?) in the Glizzy, Lil Uzi wrapped around boot strings

Red bottom walkin', new kicks; Liu Kang

I got that PNB Rock in the pot; no new lane

[Chorus: Quilly]

How many licks do it take to get a brick?

Haines Street Hustler, Quilly & Filthy Rich

You know this my hood, right? I'm on some shit

You know this my hood, right? patch you on some shit

This a 100 round drum, you got 30 in your clip

I took that trips to Maryland and tripled up my flip

How many licks do it take to get a brick?

Aww, yeah

How many licks do it take to get a brick?

Haines Street Hustler, Quilly & Filthy Rich

You know this my hood, right? I'm on some shit

You know this my hood, right? patch you on some shit

This a 100 round drum, you got 30 in your clip

I took that trips to Maryland and tripled up my flip

How many licks do it take to get a brick?

Aww, yeah

[Verse 2: Filthy Rich]

They call me "F" (?) off the (?) nigga naw

No stains on my jersey, nothin' like ya'll

I do it for them dudes shackled, behind the walls

They praying Hilary do what she say and change the laws

And, I ain't bout to rap bout no flashy fly shit

I'm chasin' right now, really ain't got shit

My name, my word, my balls, that's it

This shit real for real, keep that ladder on my hip

Impatient in the hood, lot of niggas' frustrated

Either the powder losing or numbers outrageous

Got inboxes, 30s the teenagers, arms artillery

9s and 12 gauges. Stop worryin' bout him nigga

Go get yours, try better yourself, identify yourself

You're not a boss till' you make it to where your whole team floss

If I don't know shit else, I know shooters win wars

Do your homework nigga, nothin' less than real

It's like Philly been soft since Drake crushed Meek Mill

I'm tryna restore the (?), (?) or the steel

Got lawyer money, bail and I drafted my wheel

[Chorus: Quilly]

How many licks do it take to get a brick?

Haines Street Hustler, Quilly & Filthy Rich

You know this my hood, right? I'm on some shit

You know this my hood, right? Catch you on some shit

I took that trips to Maryland and tripled up my flip

This a 100 round drum, you got 30 in your clip

How many licks do it take to get a brick?

Aww, yeah