No. 9 - Intellectual

(Ay Sage that's 4k)

Hook

Trap keep jumping and jumping and booming and booming

Lil bro fell in love with the scale

Put on Chanelle number 9, I ain’t wasting no time

When i walk and she notice the smell

I ain't gonna tell on nobody, if them people find me I'm going

Directly to jail

Bag full of za you can tell by the smell

I can’t fuck with no rappers they talking to 12

Bag full of za you can tell by the odour

He played the Opps and we shot the promoter (ay)

He played the opps and we shot at the dj

I get my shooter a strap for his b-day

Peddle a hoе to my man like a relay

Come gеt a order deliver like e-bay

Jumped in the game we 'on play em like EA

I know a rapper that talk to the DA (ay hey)

(Verse 1 )

Half of these folks just be telling on niggas

Damn he got shot like we taking some pictures

He finna die he keep making em disses

Broadie gon smash on a opp from a distance

Trap keep jumping and boomin and we got em sticks

Like we tryna go build us a house

Brody a stepper for real he can't come where I live coz he prolly

Gon step on the couch

This shit for real I ain't makin it up

That nigga broke he ain't makin enough

He owe me money I'm taking hist stuff

Them niggas telling they sayin its us

Please do not call me for less than an ounce

Shout out the plug we ain't facing no drought

All of this money can't fit in no pouch

That nigga pussy we taking him out

Momma got mad I ain’t make it to church

Made me a hunnid while making this verse

Cup full of muddy I came from the dirt

All of that dissing put him on the shirt

I ain’t no rapper that nigga try stealing from who? We leave that

Boy in the sky

You know, he ain't seen it coming he thought it was over

Damn, he got hit by surprise