AF1 - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Enrgy made this one)

RTB nigga, gang

[Chorus]

Air Force 1s, I force a nigga in the air with this chopstick

Like I'm Yao Ming, I be quick to hit the block quick

Bitches love me, then they hate me, told 'em that they toxic

Talkin' crazy through computer boxes, get 'em boxed quick

We hit Miami with convertibles, the top lift

I got my family out the hood, that's the top gift

Asked Bron how it feel to be at the top quick

RTB the gang, we locked in like a locksmith

[Verse]

Yeah, I'm a doctor to these hoes, told her, "Baby, be patient"

Had to transform to RTB MB, the streets waitin'

Seen the lowest of the lowest, so you know I peep hatin'

We got a P, we ain't even sharin' 'Woods, we facin'

All them bitches fuckin' for the cheese, they be basic

Bro addicted to them RPs he be takin'

Jason with the hoes, the thirteenth, I be shankin'

Got her off the Friday the thirteenth

Put them switches on the Glock, turn his crewneck to a short sleeve

I don't got time for a bitch, make a whore leave

Bought the whole mall, fuck around and make a store grieve

Big B's on, yeah, I got the shades to match

Said they want me at they show, they gotta pay the racks

She send me pussy videos, she tryna stay attached

Please don't diss me on the 'Gram, we got K's for that

You get to dissin' on the South, niggas pay for that

I pulled up with the fro and the stick, Doctor J'd the strap

The drank in my cup match my fitted, the Lakers hat

Why you bother me about bitches? Where the waivers at?

Turn a side bitch to a free agent

I gotta have fun, baby, we agin'

Caught an opp lackin', threw a party, we ragin'

Boy, that's your bitch, why my name in her mouth? She tastin'

Dick suckin' at its finest

My nigga Melo slime, wipe your nose like a sinus

Walked up to her, she just told me, "Get behind this"

Shot seventy-seven out the hundred-round, Luka Dončić

Don't make me get up on your heels like a prom, bitch

This nigga talkin' pape' on IG Live, he the town snitch

"What's up, baby?" Same line I hit her mom with

Creep up on they block with explosives, I'm the bomb, bitch

Southside, leave niggas on the side if they slide on the South

Boy, it don't make no sense, I'm bringin' dimes in the house

Granny crib, I was probably putting nines in the couch

Nigga snitched on Boogs, told him we out of town when he out

And that's real

Niggas call me Gary Payton, quick to get the steel

Walk around the block with Smith, blow it, know I will

Damn, we ain't seen him, he wear a helmet in that field