Ghost Town - Intellectual

[Intro]

Look at that van parked down the hill

I think someone's getting out

Yes

See the two men coming toward us

They're waving for us to wait

Hi, I'm Special Deputy Jones

My partner Smith and I came to warn you

Not to go down that trail to the woods

Counterfeiters are hiding out there

Real bad guys

Uh, hopping out the coupey, niggas is spooky

Ghost town when in the boothy, never rolling boofy

Couple guards in the chest pocket, chest-stopping cess smoke

Track smoke, when he takes breathes gasps

Gash rip through your system let your soul glow

Send his foes to the floor with the floor jabs, hook

Input code and hit you with the special

Holding the metal hang from my neck from rose gold links

I need bank and it's a robbery

Doing numbers leave you floating under bridge water

Taking aims at me and quota status, quota soft

Fly in the flossers, they patrolling trying to do us harm

I'm fly as myself, ain't no comparing when I mow this garden

You just a copy disk, floppy disk, corrode the tape deck

Explode from speaky

Are they playing 'round my hood so quick

That playing 'round my hood

We get to spraying like them sprinkler heads on aisle 35

Roll in a vogue regal, it roll, I'm at the villa

Killa we rollin' them dutches, fuck with a soldier

Mama told me I'ma make it happen

These niggas acting pyramid, had to unleash the kraken

Bones snap, crackle, pop from a loaded cannon

Hoes flock, hoes bop, we pay them no attention (Nah)

These niggas do the same (Same)

Get figures from the name now

I'm in the corner at the party, rolling Mary Jane in a paper plane

Hit the booth, explored, invade your brain from the chorus to the refrain

Refrain