Left the Scene - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

Yeah, okay Danny

Okay, okay (Damn JakeSand)

SB Dunks, high top with the Wealthy tee

'Boutta send a blitz on his turf like Ogletree

I been cleanin' motherfuckers out, I got OCD

Said she wanna get a Saks bag, it's Coach for me

'Boutta blow a bitch back, I'm a wall breaker

When I'm done she gon' put me on her wallpaper

When it's cold I mix Prada with the neck gaiter

Blowin' bands like a lab rat, I'm a test paper

I don't miss and revive, I'm three for three

Watermelon crush, I'ma pour me a three times three

Ten-ounce steak with the crab at Ocean P

Bank plays up at Fifth Third with Danny G

Balenciaga Track 2's, mix it with Nudie jеans

Blew a band on a belt, a Gucci fiend

High as hеll off a lemon Gusher, I'm playin' it Sheen

Pulled off in that Scat, I left the scene

Yeah, hold up

I'm sick, dawg, came to the spot in Gap for men

I'ma drop a trip-dub in MGM

Stack cheese, stuff it in the bank like ETM

Thought I had a Eastsport bag? This MTM

Let me run that bitch back like a relay race

Said she wanna pop out, I'ma need that face

And it's fuckin' twenty-five, I won't catch that case

Bought a crib in Southfield with a fireplace

In a big body coupe slidin' down the ave

I'm with JakeSand, he be geeked off a fat dab

Bitch said she wanna ride home, take a damn cab

And she was blowin' up my phone at the damn lab

In a 7 Series goin' fast on Dequindre

He don't get no pussy, I just caught him usin' Tinder

Fake ID, the name say Lew Alcindor

SRT, I had to store it for the winter

Always on the goddamn Gram, you addicted

He ain't even have one band, got evicted

Goin' thirty for thirty up in the bank, I'm efficient

I be lettin' my dogs run wild, they so vicious

If you wanna fuck with me, two wishes

I'ma give her lockdown D like the Pistons

I be at the downtown strip on a mission

White buffs with the dark tint, I got vision