Extortion - Intellectual

[Intro: TrapMadeJason]

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Hop out the car, run that boy down, we put a hole in his head (Uh, uh, uh)

Fifty-round drum under my Glock, I put it all in his head

I been huntin' my opps and searching for drops, but I know that these niggas scared (Uh)

I just jumped out and frrt-frrt-frrt-frrt and them niggas fled (Uh)

I just jump out and frrt-frrt-frrt-frrt, yeah, I put them rounds on your head

If he try to run, we run that boy down, yeah, we leavin' niggas for dead

If he try to run, we run that boy down, put rounds in the back of his head

Uh, reach for this chain? No, I ain't gon' go, nigga, I'm too full of these meds

Yeah, reach for this chain? No, I ain't gon' go, I'm sending niggas to heaven, uh

I put a box on the back of this Glock, I'm totin' exotic weapons (Uh, uh)

Box on this Glock, make it shoot fast, I fell in love with my weapon

I put racks on your hеad, I just go to the safe and put it on top of your melon

It ain't no lovе in the streets, so I don't show no mercy, I walk down, might slime me your mama

I'm in the 'Rango with Kan and we slidin' with Dracs, I call him baby Osama

I'm in this 'Rango with Trap, I know we runnin' up, pshh, we runnin' up racks

You know we ridin' with the MAC, finna go Maybach truck, I'm gettin' tired of the 'Cat

Run, bustin' my Kel, nigga, these pussy-ass rap niggas wack

ReallyRich mafia shit, get a nigga knocked off, write that shit off on my taxes

Yea, fuck a case, ho, you ain't gettin' locked, we in LA if the H get hot

Mods on the Drac', make a nigga move out, soon as they pay, nigga, it's flyin' out

You know we got Russian sticks just like the Taliban

Just left the bank with them racks, I walk in Bottega, spend racks like a madman

No, I ain't savin' no sluts, yeah, even these fuck niggas know I ain't Batman

Turn on they block and just only see blood and hear the hrrt, leave him in a trashcan

I be on Eastside, Rolls-Royce trucks with V12s, fast as shit

Only me and Guap know countin' up racks, I'm thumbin' as fast as I can

Ayy, me and Guap, we coutin' up racks, just pass me a rubber band

I'm in the trap, now we slidin' in Cali, these Dracos like Taliban

Young nigga too paid, racks bust the rubber band, yeah, huh

They know I'm lit, I'm turnt than a bitch, young nigga hotter than oven mitts

I'm like Sandman, keep a stick, he got hit, he hit the Perky dance

When I walk in Saks, I spend them racks, they say my government

Yeah, bad bitch, bend her back, then let my brothers hit

Send shots, they flippin' shit, we slidin' shit for racks, I'm tryna get really rich

Kan geeked off these pills, count up these bills, call me Guap Belichick

Trap gon' work that steel, we slide for real, pull up and collect checks

Bitch, I'm in these streets like forensics, honor roll, but I trap the best

.308s hit through his vest

Niggas hate, that's why I flex

Niggas hate, they know I'm next

Every time I pour up, I drink niggas' rent