Dead - Intellectual

[Intro]

(ranKer)

Yeah, my chain, it costs like eighteen hundred

Niggas talkin' on my name, bullets get to dum—

Yeah, my chain, it costs like eighteen hundred

Niggas talkin' on my name, bullets get to dumpin'

I got fourty in my bag, I can't do no runnin'

Talkin' 'bout you got that bread, niggas get no dou—

I got fourty in my bag, I can't do no runnin'

Talkin' 'bout you got that bread, niggas get no do—, no dou—

I got shooters, we go stupid, got on you hella scopes

Keep on sayin' that you gang, nigga, no, you not

RKs, where we be? Niggas throwin' dots

Niggas surely talkin' on me, I got hella opps

Run that shit back, nigga, run that shit back

Run that shit back, nigga, run that shit back-ack

Run that shit back, nigga, run that shit, that shit

Go stupid whippin' drive-bys make a opp look stupid

And landin' out with Chronicle, know all my niggas ruthless

Postin-postin' with all them guns because you know that you don't shoot shit

All my niggas aimin' at the top, we winnin', opps is losin'

I can pull up on my boonie shit, brand-new Smith & Wesson

You can call my ass a tеacher the way I teach your ass a lеsson

I can pull up on my boonie shit, brand-new Smith & Wesson

You can call my ass a teacher the way I teach your ass a lesson

I can make your bitch come to my crib with one single message

Got a lot of niggas left up on my wrists, that's the checklist

One, two, three, ayy, niggas ain't gon' do shit

Talkin' shit online, nigga, you ain't finna shoot shit

One, two, three, ayy, niggas ain't gon' do shit

Talkin' shit online, nigga, you ain't finna shoot shit

Tha-tha-that was your bitch, well, nigga, come and prove it

Walk up with the dead, yeah, and now I feel like Reid, yeah

With my nigga bando, you ain't gettin' bands, ho

Scope with the red dot, we gon' catch a headshot

With my nigga bando, you ain't gettin' bands, ho

Nigga wanna chill with me, niggas tryna kill a fee

My niggas don't like you, stay the fuck away from me

(Just testing some shit out)