Recipe - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah, you know what's poppin' when it's on a Sensei beat

You dig?

I'ma- ooh

I'ma do the dash

In that motherfucker, pray to god that I don't crash

Smoke a 3.5 in the Backwood, I don't pass

Save all that cap 'bout that shit you ain't had

Slide a couple tries I can get you toe tagged

I hustle, I grind, leave a broke nigga mad

No back-and-forth, just get to the bag

Do I want a Porsche or I want a Jag'?

We get him scorch-scorched, do him down bad

First through fourth we want the sack

I had to trap daily, ain't talkin' no blog

Carbon fiber AR and it came wit' ACOG

Infrared beam, I can see through the fog

You can get sprayed or this shit can get solved

Some line that a nigga can't cross

These niggas beefin' on computers like broads

Play get me 5k and 5k got me lookin' like a lick

I'd rather do a whole lot of blue bands

Off-White, Vlone, I don't do no friends

I put this shit on, make a nigga wanna try it

I'll fuck your main bitch in the Hyatt

Ball on no court, drip like golf

Just a little more of Hi-Tech took me off

Get to the check at all costs

She can suck the dick but she gotta take the lip gloss off

Late night creep wit' the top knocked off

Glick on me, she suck dick through the drawers

Wrist on froze, how much did it cost?

Dual-turbo wit' twin exhaust

Yeah, that my Klvn, that my dog