Get Blowed - Intellectual

Verse 1:

Light them blunts fat 3 5 in em

That match 9-5 I had to grind in em

I inspect the pack take my time with'em

Eyes blood shot

Pine designer leans

Hustle hard ,hustle hard nigga mine your business

The trouble start in the yard I know you'll be missing

Got shooters at a attention

They hit you for a tension

Ain't thinking bout the critics I know them bitches listening

I'm playing my position

I started with a 50

Now I'm thumbing through that check now that shit silly

This that inspiration

I had dedication

Now it's fortiago's

Riding on the pavement

Chorus:

Good kush, Good drank

I'm in another zone

Stacking paper my nigga

I gets my hustle on

Wish these hater's and critics

Leave me the fuck alone

I'm getting blowed blowed

Verse 2:

S.T.R.A.P bitch

Know I kick that G shit

Know we got that good drink

Know we keep that tree lit

Check out all these water diamonds

Bout to make her sea sick

Pocket's on a quater pint yeah they extra chessy

Wait till they relesase this bumping this shit on [?]

Zone 6 niggas in the trap with me

Got 10 young gunners in the back of me

Got three chains white-stones

Like cocaine getting blowed

With my gang Ping pongin,blue flame

Never met a nigga like me before

I get 50 racks turn it to a hundred

Watch me move that pack like a track runner

Hundreds in in the sack blowing marijuana

Pint of codeine sip it like I want it

You lil niggas can't fuck with the kid

Bossed up just look what I did

Talking cash like guap what it is

Imma young nigga keep lean like [?]

Hell yeah a nigga coming in by myself

Real street nigga's gone feel how I feel

Had to grind them years

Shine on my peers

Now we on columns flying

And hitting gears

Kush in my blunt

12 in my whip

Push that button bet that bitch disappear

Cost bouta brick for the Audamar

On the 35th floor it's a party here