Math Scholars - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Ha-ha-ha, Nick, you're stupid)

We some headshotters and lead poppers, we let it off

Dreads hotter than damn lava, can't shake it off

Like math scholars, bring any problem it's gettin' solved

They love to watch him, they can't stop him from takin' off

For Speaker Knock' I might pour up this Wock' if I cough

My demons might slaughter his dog, then forget what they saw

Got shot in his face, now he drinking his food through a straw

Can't talk to the jakes, he get baked if he cool with the law

On the same block, screaming, "Fuck twelve", he can get whackеd if he talk

Tell them fuck niggas thеy could spin back 'cause he keep straps where he walk

I need a big bag for my thoughts, my niggas running laps 'round the opps

Screaming, "Get back" but they lost, he get gift wrapped for the cause, uh

Twin forties like Mary and Kate, said she love me, she scaring me away

Lil Roc get on him he buried today, better duck if he cherish his face

I keep my strap on the highway 'cause I heard that lil' one nigga perished that way

You could get rocked on a Friday

We gon' turn him to Runtz, he get carried away

We some headshotters and lead poppers, we let it off

Dreads hotter than damn lava, can't shake it off

Like math scholars, bring any problem it's gettin' solved

They love to watch him, they can't stop him from takin' off

For Speaker Knock' I might pour up this Wock' if I cough

My demons might slaughter his dog, then forget what they saw

Got shot in his face, now he drinking his food through a straw

Can't talk to the jakes, he get baked if he cool with the law

Like, who got the drop? Wherever you seen him at is wherever we leave him at

Lil' bro got Glocks, he like him a beam attached whenever he squeezin' that

We got a stick in that bitch with a— in the back, pull up, make his team a pack

My nigga might leave him bleedin', whacked, he say he just blowin' off steam for Zach

Hop out that van like, "Bitch, what's up?", we put his mans in the Tre 5 blunt

I saw your bitch, I would say, "Hi" but she probably don't want you to know I fucked

Blick in the clutch, Washy might hop out the truck, he aim at his necklace and up

Sick to his gut, we put his mans in the ground, they wish they could go dig him up

We some headshotters and lead poppers, we let it off

Dreads hotter than damn lava, can't shake it off

Like math scholars, bring any problem it's gettin' solved

They love to watch him, they can't stop him from takin' off

For Speaker Knock' I might pour up this Wock' if I cough

My demons might slaughter his dog, then forget what they saw

Got shot in his face, now he drinking his food through a straw

Can't talk to the jakes, he get baked if he cool with the law