Intercontinental - Intellectual

[Verse 1: BabyTron]

My whole work in the double, I got time to cheat

All I'm thinking hustle-hustle, I ain't got time to sleep

I just spent a double-double on a diamond link

Me and Beann, that's double trouble, caught a play, we flying east

Up and racks on Ocean Drive

If it's money on the floor, bitch, you supposed to dive

Fuck I look like tossing ones when I be toting 9s?

I got two much ice up in my bezel, I don't know the time

I can make four in five

Pull up with that spatula, fuck up a nigga barbecue

I can't tell you shit about the bitch, boy, this the starter crew

I hang with bartendеrs, fuck around and send some shots at you

I don't give a fuck about your gun bеcause I got one too

Bounce out with that stick, I got a pogo with me

Buffs stay white, it's two percent, I'm smoking on some Cocoa Krispies

Six figures and up, we getting old, you better not post no fifty

Less you want the marshals on your head, little bro, don't post no switchy

Foreign hoes, foreign clothes, niggas think I immigrated

Doggy talk to piggies, when it's war, might catch him in the station

Fuck a bitch, the Franklins only shit I'm chasin'

This a super rifle, if I shoot the floor, might hit an Asian

Sixty flows up, lil' bitch, we at the InterContinental

Doggy out here talking like he Deebo but I ain't got a pistol

Up my stick like I was Harry Potter, he ain't have an issue

Shit, it might get spooky when it's dark, them robbers come and get you

You can stop reaching for that, boy, I ain't fucking with you

Tell a bitch to tell her friend to come and suck it with you

Why you gotr him 'round you? When it's time, he ain't gon' up it with you

It don't matter if you with your mama, she can duck it with you

[Verse 8: StanWill & TrDee]

Brodie specialize in tapping hats and touching temples

I be rushing to that pape', my opps get rushed to 'spitals

You think unky got a kennel how he fuck with kibble

You won't never ever catch me tucking ice, I'm tucking pistols

7.62s hit him in his ribs, he thought we shot a missile

Bro, you not gon' to make it, you too frail, this nigga soft like tissue

Whip gon' put you in your seat, I stab the gas, we taking off

Try to snatch a chain, I'm sending bullets just like Jared Goff