Locals Only - Intellectual

[Chorus]

(Whodatis whodatis whodatis?)

Middle finger cocked like a Glock

Sippin Rossi from a teacup

Chucks in the dust for the mean mug

Least we could be bruv

Only thing not fucked up is the re-up

Everybody need somn', better put a peace up

Little bank take big bank where we from

[Verse]

Dirty punk kids in the street what

Runnin through the beat like a beast with his teef up

Middle finger cocked like a Glock, sippin Rossi from a teacup

Chucks in the dust for the mean mug

Nevertheless, I'm ever the best, better than sex, caked up

And I'm devil possessed, so you better let a veteran wreck

Im pullin cards like a creditor check, and then I sever ya neck

Got it straight? All these concentrates

Make it kinda hard to concentrate

I ain't walkin straight or talkin great

But I'm in an awesome state, (in an awesome state)

Mama always said not to talk this way but

Then again god is fake and so we often stray

And I'd rather set it off today and fuckin dominate

Then live life with a common aim

I wanna rob the game, and if it's all the same

I'll send a volley that'll drop ya frame

Scorch earth when I purge the flame

Swingin on you like The Hurricane (in a hurricane)

Don't stop til I swerve the vein, the inverse of the worst is Dre

You finna learn today I put that on my cursive name

So disperse or I set it to a three round burst and aim

[Chorus]

(Whodatis whodatis whodatis?)

Middle finger cocked like a Glock

Sippin Rossi from a teacup

Chucks in the dust for the mean mug

Least we could be bruv

Only thing not fucked up is the re-up

Little bank take big bank where we from

Everybody need some, better put a piece up

Little bank take big bank where we from

[Verse]

Who even said you was half as nice, gave you bad advice

I put one through his raps as advertised

I put two through his Natty ice

I put a fourth in the air for anybody tryna ask me twice

I been hustlin for half my life

Basic mana, no whip, won't be satisfied

Until I'm tappin ass in the back of a black lotus

While tappin a black lotus, my nigga I'm that focused

Like dappin up a hornet nest, any rapper that I touch meet death

Every line a bee stinger, sharp as a meat cleaver

And every one is comin for ya neck (Every one is comin for ya neck)

Don't give a fuck how sick you not

Cause ya boy ill as shit, i shit you not

I tip a fifth until it hits the spot, a couple zips a pot

Enough lucy to spin ya top and I'm gone

Sorry no, you cannot go where I go

That hydro fuckin hit, im movin quite slow

My people in the back we chillin, eyes low

We sittin crooked, tryna watch the sideshow

[Chorus]

(Whodatis whodatis whodatis?)

Middle finger cocked like a Glock

Sippin Rossi from a teacup

Chucks in the dust for the mean mug

Least we could be bruv

Only thing not fucked up is the re-up

Everybody need somn', better put a peace up

Little bank take big bank where we from