Dropped - Intellectual

[Intro: Short Cruz]

We done shot at that bitch

We ain’t fuck wit no snitch

I beat you, you needed a stitch

My ex left me she switched

You lucky I ain’t pull that trigger

They look through the cameras all they see is a figure

They ask what I’m rocking, Hilfiger

You was talkin' shit so I might have to consider

Killing your ass then your body we litter

We getting so drunk of the muh’ fuckin' liquor

I've been smoking that weed wit the bros

After that we be taking your hoes

I've been running off with the pole

That money is what we stole

Gotta record but I still have some goals

I tell myself I have no goddamn soul

I ain't playing these games you better run off

Your ex bitch came up and she gave me some top

You thought you was hard but you really are not

So stop flexing your fake guns before you get dropped

Aye

Stop!

Fuck around, hit with my Glock

My dick was hiding in sock

No I am not talking bout cock

I just be talking bout clip

You spin around, take a hit

I do not fuck with you, bitch

Aye, stop

Talk about thing you or not

You run around on the block

Acting like you are a cop

Brushing my ass like it’s hot