DROP* - Intellectual

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[Intro]

(Luca on the track)

Woah, hold on, hop in that foreign, I swerve (Swerve)

He want some smoke, well that shit for the birds

That nigga talking, man, he keep on talking, leave that boy on the curb (Oh, pow)

He just wanna be heard

She just wanna feel a young nigga love

Slugs hit him, all he seeing is blood

Flexed up, we hop out of the cut

Brrt-brrt, nigga, you better duck

Skrt, skrt, man, we swervin', Hellcat

That choppa tucked, don't run on me like that

Love the way shawty look from the back

Get her alone, then you know I'ma smack

My nigga told me, "Don't trust nobody"

I went in the box and I feel like I'm Roddy

.223 bullet, gon' hit that boy body

I went in the box and I pulled out the shotty (Brrt)

Can't show no love to a thotty

She do coke, her name Molly

She in school, she do college

Like to fuck, she got mileage

If her nigga don't got it, I got it

If her nigga want smoke with gang, we'll pull up on him, send him up like rocket

These niggas bite that swag, I don't like that swag nigga I can't cop it

I see a opp, drop

I see a opp, drop (Pow)