D0nt Panic - Intellectual

[Hook]

Me and my niggas pull up to your crib, Glocks and berettas

Me and my niggas pull up to your crib, Glocks and

Me and my niggas pull up to your crib, Glocks and berettas, walking out yo house with a bag, look come see

I’m just serving looks, I ain’t talking Bentley fender

But Imma try to bust a nigga with that brick and Arm & Hammer

Let’s hold hands ‘cause I’m too deep in the mess to get out

Tell doc put more morphine in me, oh it’s so cold, I think I might slip

They think they can get away just by damaging my head, bet they wish that Ill just give up

Finna send that bitch to tell the rest to run from a real og

Imma eat, Imma eat, Imma eat

I ain’t ever heard something, so

Yo, what the fuck was that shit you just played for me ho?

Nah, for real, what the fuck was that shit? Nah

I don’t even wanna hear that shit again, I gotta, yo what?

That shit was so hard

Yo, I don’t even know where I’m at right now

I’m on planet mafia and shit, shit ridiculous in these headphones

Ridiculous, in these headphones