Squeeze Benz - Intellectual

[Intro: Conor McGregor]

We've taken back entire New York City

I run New York City

I'm a fuckin' pimp

Now, without me

This whole fucking ship sinks

[Chorus: Status]

I feel like Squeeze Benz, cuttin' through the ends in a Bimma or a big Benz

Bro told me, "Slap it in S, while you hit the bend"

I'm tryna get my cash in, never lackin', so I stack my bread

Yo, straight paper chasin', you ain't ever had to run it up, no back to basis

My big bro, he's soon home, straight back to basic

Me and bro, back-to-back, nah, I ain't basic

[Verse 1: Muckz]

In and out of lanes, swimmin' like Squeeze Benz

Try to rob me, but move timid when I see 'dem

I'm trapped in the North and the South to the East end

Niggas say thеy real, like they fakе, they just pretend

Is it every chase, lads, we better leave 'em

I feel sorry for the feds if I'm speedin'

If it ain't about dough, why you beefin'?

You ever heard a supercharged turbs start squealing?

[Verse 2: Status]

Start squealin', drop a gear, feds on your arse in the evening

Petty station, the pit stop when you speedin'

All my niggas get it in, nigga, what you doing?

RS 6, matte black, I need it tinted

Stop talkin' like you're with it, bro, I swear, you shop on Vinted

[?], go and get it, bro, I been lit

Fast cars and hypo's, I love 'em, I whip this

[Verse 3: Muckz61]

Best pray that we get away

Choppa on my waist, plus a chopper added to the chase

Furthest than my lucky day, if caught, that's another case

Bro's got a white baddie in the passy, Molly Mae

In and out of lanes, swimmin', shit, I need some swimwear

Niggas talk shit, start dashin' off and then the skin tear

Signs sayin' fifteen, I ended up in fifth gear

Love the flappy paddles, but I'm shiftin' with the stick gear

[Chorus: Status]

Yo, I feel like Squeeze Benz, cuttin' through the ends in a Bimma or a big Benz