Hell Bent Juveniles - Intellectual

[Chorus: TD GlizZzy, TD Ceasar]

Shoot a nigga down, rob him for his bank

Bitch I am so high, don't what to fuckin' think

Duffle bag lookin' like a mafuckin' tank (huh?)

Plug got the bag, I think somethin' really stank (yuh)

Bitch I'm hell-bent, you know what that fuckin' meant?

Stuck in these streets, niggas sleepin' in a tent

Bitch, I get the bag, I don't leave a fuckin' cent

Niggas bitches, hit these ditches, You a fuckin lil midget

Niggas get a lot of riches, fans takin all the pictures

Countin' up all these digits, we don't do no fuckin' whip-its

We don't box, poppin' all these triggers, pullin' niggas

Niggas snitches, killing niggas, hitting figures, six figures

Choppa eatin' niggas, hittin' bitches brown, lock a nigga down

Look like a clown, plug out of town, we drivin' round

West side of town, smoke from the pound, put him in the ground

He can't hear a sound, nigga gone missing, ain't nobody miss him

Choppa R. Kelly, cuz this mac stay pissin' (pissin')

Cookin' in the kitchen, ain't nobody crippin', GlizZzy be sippin'

With my niggas, while we stackin' bobby pippin

Shoot a nigga down, rob him for his bank

Bitch I am so high, don't what to fuckin' think

Duffle bag lookin' like a mafuckin' tank (huh?)

Plug got the bag, I think somethin' really stank (yuh)

Bitch, I'm hell-bent, you know what that fuckin' meant?

That mean I be buyin' mansions, while these pussies sleep in tents

That mean that I speed in banshees, while your Honda was a rent

That mean that I carry hundreds, while your homie chasin' cents

I be totin' Glocks, on some pussy shit, he told the cops

Can't fuck with these opps, 'fore I blew up, I was sellin' rock

Pussy, you get knocked, you get popped off in the parkin' lot

I be sippin' wok, keep a slug, up inside my sock

Knock the blood up out his heart, because a pussy fake crippin'

I be eatin' fettuccine, but it's high-tech that I'm sippin'

Feed him fuckin' bullets out this 45, you know I'm dippin'

All these diamonds, Aquafina, on my neck, yeah, I be drippin'

Pourin' tec up in my double cup, it's leakin' out the bottom

I got Styrofoam, it's wok, I pull up and I pop him

I don't need a fuckin' lawyer, cuz I ain't leavin' no evidence

Talkin' shit on Twitter, so I pulled up to his residence

Shoot a nigga down, rob him for his bank

Bitch I am so high, don't what to fuckin' think

Duffle bag lookin' like a mafuckin' tank (huh?)

Plug got the bag, I think somethin' really stank (yuh)