441 Navy Lane - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)

Oh, you playin' with that— Well, that's good, I got a kennel

He thought that was drank, but like Juddy, I remixed 'em

Oh, you tryna catch the bag, I can show you how to send 'em

Think you a hothead, ice you up like we with Tizzle

I can show you how to do this shit one night, just grab a rental

Tali high, just think I seen an opp and grabbed a pistol

I up this big-ass rocket, he gon' think I shot a missile

He dead on the scene, he ain't make it to the 'spital

You know me, I'm with the Navy, we as shady as it get

I got guns for a hundred, get 'em straight or get 'em mixеd

You can come and get this shit or you can pay to get 'еm shipped

You can turn me straight around or I can come down there and sit

Cheah, uh, cheah (Nigga), uh (Bitch), yeah

Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no love for 'em

Dropped my lil' homie an even stack to mix the bag up

How you buy 'em— shh, yeah, that's the rap, huh?

I'm talkin' eight days a week, forty days a month (Real talk)

Niggas fall out with they man 'cause they can't hit the blunt

Man, that's fucked up, I'll get to cuttin' up

I'll play with the prices, jack the numbers up

Scammin' on the internet, naw, I ain't into that

Sittin' on the porch where I send 'em at (Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no love for 'em)