BET - Intellectual

[Chorus]

I'm not tryna beef with no brokies or rats (On gang)

Mama hate when I drive ’cause she know that I ride with like 2 or 3 p's in the back (Lotta smoke)

You can get tag with this beam on this MAC (Fa Fa)

Fuck pretty bitch break her spleen when I smack

She arch then a bitch Listerine in that cat

I came to the top with my team on my back

Sippin' on wock put some green to relax

VVS my diamonds my jeans full of racks

I’m high in the stu' rollin' leaf full of thrax

Got the dope in the trunk blow your spleen to the back

We dropping niggas like 3 fists

Call me Chris Brown 'cause I beat bitches (Gang, hol on)

Still pushing p's cause I need riches

Like forty k spread out in these britches

[Verse]

My gang with the shits and they know it

Receive a backend for like 10 and i blow it

Bust on her chin she gone grin and I know it

My car too expansive for niggas to tow it

I was just young watching B.E.T

She giving knowledge , G.E.D (Nogginn')

Pass him the noggin, CP3

Slide in that thottie DVD

My young niggas mobbin', these niggas know how we robbing, my young niggas can't be beat

(Fa Fa Fa Fa)

These niggas stealing my flow tryna jack what I do but these niggas just can’t be me

Call me Quin Cena i can’t be seen

Shoebox full of knots that's what made me clean

She gave me top that’s what made me scream

Got the clip on this Glock you can make these sing

I'm a young nigga with pressure, im the young nigga post up in the hood with a Glock

I used to skip school with my niggas 'cause there was no money and that's why we stood on the block

And we tryna get ’em the hard way shoot 'em in broad day 'cause brodem ain't scared of no cops

The Tee Ball shoot thru Hallway while niggas in school tnat's how much we dont fuck wit the opp

Pop out with a bunch of them Glocks better run to your spot 'cause I swear you don't want us to pop

My Young nigga wit it he lettin' out multiple shots nigga play and then multiple drop