Back End - Intellectual

[Intro]

(That go crazy, SpanishKid)

(MC, make another hit)

(Grandbaby, how you do that?)

(Project X)

Grrah

I'm too oppy, so I moved to Jersey

I got thirty in bread and I don't gotta worry

Bro took six for shooting like he Curry

And we sprint through that jig, word to bro, it be dirty

All of my Goons on the Wock' get sturdy (Grrah, grrah)

G3 on my body, niggas wanna hurt me (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

DB told me, "Get to that bread," he 'bout to go right back to the feds

I'd rather see my niggas locked up, I don't wanna see my niggas dead

I'm not dying, bitch, I'm throwing lead

Bitch, you a gummy, can't fuck with my bed

Run down gang, it was just me and Ted

I don't care what other niggas said

Come, we deep in the streets, bro enough tryna talk to heat

Now he carry his knife when he go to sleep

He said: "Once I got locked, they ain't carе about me"

I'm too oppy, so I moved to Jersеy

I got thirty in bread and I don't gotta worry

Bro took six for shooting like he Curry

And we sprint through that jig, word to bro, it be dirty

All of my Goons on the Wock' get sturdy (Grrah, grrah)

G3 on my body, niggas wanna hurt me (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

Don't lack in that cell, bro just called me: "They denied his bail"

He too silent, he'd never tell

He the oppiest one in that jail

But he dead either way, that it smell

When he just pushed up on boy, nigga slipped up and fell

Like, my niggas running the island, my niggas really on timing

Bow, bow, bow

Uh-huh

I'm too oppy, so I moved to Jersey

I got thirty in bread and I don't gotta worry

Bro took six for shooting like he Curry

And we sprint through that jig, word to bro, it be dirty

All of my Goons on the Wock' get sturdy

G3 on my body, niggas wanna hurt me (Grrah, grrah, grrah)