20 Mins - Intellectual

[Intro: Lee Drilly & Say Drilly]

Damn, Jefe

94Gz, no 'Gz like these, you heard?

Jack B's, we jack bigger B's

Drop my shit, we gon' let it squeeze

Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom

Niggas know who it is, it's that Say Jet nigga, suck my dick

[Chorus: Say Drilly]

Free Nas, got booked for the PD

Smokin' on Rippy, got put on a TV (JayRipk)

Nigga ran with the grip when he seen me

Louis hop out, twist his head like a Figi

In the spot, yellin' "Every O shot" (Like what?)

We catch a O, he get punched in the sky (Die O's)

Runtz in the V, smokin' Rippy, I'm hot (Like what?)

Roll up the window, I'm ready to hop (gang, gang, gang)

Box, if I don't got the gun, got my secondary

Mr. Hang-Out-The-Window, he legendary

Fuck a wake, we gon' spin through the cemetery

She said, "When you gon' get me?", said "Never worry"

Fanny pack but it's not for the fashion

Up this chop, and I do it with passion (Like what?)

JayRip got packed, we was laughin'

Bend through the 'Rey, when they see us, they dashin' (JayRip)

[Verse: Lee Drilly]

And I'm just a man in a mission

I don't hear what you sayin', nigga, I ain't with it

From whip, then get straight down to business

I play game with the opps, a friendly competition

[?] the first wanna hit 'em

If I leave, double lit, so I can lift 'em

Keep a toy 'til they [?] spliffin'

And I shoot to kill, nigga, that's the difference

I'm a gangster, baby I can't love you

I'm allergic to cops so I cannot cuddle

So the most I can do is just is touch you

I know how you like it, pour it, when I fuck you

After that, we cannot cuddle

Because I'm in the streets, baby, I can't trust you

I said after that, we cannot cuddle

Because I'm in the streets, baby, I can't trust you

We can talk about drugs, 'cause I sold that

We can talk about streets, but they know I told that

After I get in on my own fact

Say, "Fuck silver spoon" then ask, "Where the gold at?"

Throw a shot every pedal, we stole that

.45 holdin' six, throwin' deadies, we stole that

The opps be lyin' with they broke ass

Free 007, driller known to hold that

[Chorus: Say Drilly]

Free Naz, got booked for the PD

Smokin' on Rippy, got put on a TV (Jayrip)

Nigga ran with the grip when he seen me

Louis hop out, twist his head like a Figi

In the spot, yellin', "Every O shot" (Like what?)

We catch a O, he get punched in the sky (Die O's)

Runtz in the V, smokin' Rippy I'm hot (Like what?)

Roll up the window, I'm ready to hop (gang, gang, gang)

Box if I don't got the gun, got my secondary