Gucci Flip Flops - Intellectual

[Intro]

She see my bankroll her jaw drop

I'm with Ant and he pouring up the wock

And I got my choppa...

This is a DJ Ant exclusive bitch

Yeah, yeah

[Verse]

Stick with a drum I'm a take his whole head off

Pockets so fat they be looking like Santa

Pour the whole pint in a 2 liter Fanta

Boy you so broke yeah you need to get your bread up

You in last place yeah you need to catch up

Wet that boy up blood looking like ketchup

Do not trust me 'cause I will get you set up

Icey with me and he wearing Margiela

I'm so high yeah I'm interstellar

Hit him with the Glock yeah bullets gonna melt him

I know they rats yeah they be telling

I be kicking shit with all the felons

One wrong move Kel Tec to your melon

What you want I'm the plug yeah I'm selling

Walk in the mall and I know they smell it

You wanna go to war? Okay then say less

You a broke boy you be shopping at payless

If you want a feature then you gotta pay us

I remember in the days I used to take the bus

Rolling up the wood yeah eighth up in the blunt

(?} call my phone, I'm like what you want?

Yeah, your bitch wanna fuck

Had her pull up to my crib and suck me off

Kick the bitch out yeah I just wanted top

Drivin' 'round town yeah, I'm drivin' in a drop top

Drivin' 'round with shooters, drivin' 'round with mops