It Aint Nothing - Intellectual

[First Verse]

Pardon me but I'm back

Had to plan my newest attack

Young OG but never sold crack

I'm ODB you niggas are wack

I know its repetitive

Niggas gon bump on my shit like a sedative

Lit on the courthouse with witnesses telling the judge that i killed it you bet I did

Niggas acting funny now

Came up with that flow like Joe Pesci Bitch I'm funny how?

You won't catch me stressing, nigga take a bow

Give me 50 thou, pull up to your city, make you feel it now

In the cut motherfuckers do me dirt, it ain't nothin

Got they asses on my hand while they lurk, I'm not bluffing

Sitting ducks, got my AK on command

Hold up son, imma show ya'll who's the man

Yea, And you biddy bitch got my dick

She ain't suck or none, but she lick

Bitches call me John, how I'm wick

They all bust it down for the flick

Dick the cure for bitches this sick

I can have em both i don't pick

I don't fall in love for no trick

I dont go in raw for no chick

Im double tap if we click

Bitch i got the moves, I'm mick

Bitch i got the juice, I'm Slick

Not the people type, I'm Rick

(Huh!)

Fuck them niggas that doubt

I just pay don't look no amounts

Fuck this hoe, roll weed and roll out

Aye, got that pussy juice in my mouth

High off that ketamine

Never thought that i would make it bro, c'est la vie

I'm getting paper, transfers to momma like luh u, i made it, she knows i did

Niggas acting funny now, pull up with that blow, like sinatra sinning see me now

You won't catch me period, i don't loose rebounds

I just bust and bounce

Really rolling daily, baby get this ounce

In the cut motherfuckers do me dirt, it ain't nothin

Got they asses on my hand while they lurk, I'm not bluffing

Sitting ducks, got my AK on command

Hold up son, imma show ya'll who's the man