I Know - Intellectual

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

Slime

In the back of the car, I ain’t wastin' no time

Tell that hoe let me feel on her body (Feel on her body)

I’ma post in that '8 with a pole on my waist

With a whole lotta racks in my pocket

I’ma real street nigga, I don’t need no safe (Slime)

Matter fact, I just got a deposit (Deposit)

Every time I go hard, they can’t stop it (Can’t stop)

I ain’t lettin' it go 'cause I got it

Everybody talk down, half done be fakes

Nigga, watch how I walk in and walk out

Nigga gotta calm down for to get him a [?]

But I stay with that strap for when shit pop off

Forty grand on yo' head, nigga, watch how you talk

I’m a 38 Baby, I’m straight out that Nawf

We don’t do this for clout, you can get it right now

We be layin' dow law, nigga, fuck what you thought (Give a fuck what you thought)

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

And I notice that I’m chosen

He died from his words, they was all spoken (Fuck that nigga)

My nigga, fuck whatchu' heard, we run down on him (Ayy 4KTrey, Free D-Dawg)

They tried to take us, ever since, mayne, we been on him

This for my nigga, he been trappin' for so long

Hope that you get on, I got yo' back, that’s right or wrong

Post on that block, we get it on

With a bag full of stones and a stolen firearm

Just prayin' that we make it home, I feel you, nigga

[Verse 2: VL Deck]

Yeah, I came from trappin' and rappin' (What else?)

Clip on my hip, shoot a movie, what’s happenin'?

He tryna tax me, strip 'em and blast 'em

32 hole, ain’t no Molly this jacket

I press a button, this shit can get drastic

Houdini his block, yeah, we hit it with magic

I keep the sticks, [?] ain’t lackin'

I’m in the streets so I’m movin' with tactics

I purchase a pack with the backend

Gotta show love when the bags in (Bags in)

Bad hoe look when we walk in

Pretty lil' bih' got a build, ten

I keep the racks on me, more than ten

No way I lose, I cheat to win

YB my brother, my evil twin

Droppin' the bags on they necks to [?]

I made a way off vacuum seal

I made a vow I would never squeal

Random bullets when the Mac rip

I’m behind you niggas like an ad-lib

I’m wippin' [?], got bread still

All of my diamonds, they super clear

Sixty thousand for the Rollie watch

Plus my [?] cost me like three bands

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

I told that bitch I needed a perky before I lay down and fuck

Get them bands out the trap, we gon' load up the truck

I need mo' and mo' money, I can’t get enough

If they set up they shop, where we at, punt it up

Real hitta, no flodgin', he up, it go dumb

When you playin' with me, bitch, you killin' yo' self

We gon' bring you that smoke however you want

Double G, 4KTrey, put that on Dump

Nobody safe, if you play, you get slumped

Took off and I landed, not ready to launch

If I never do nun', I’ma rep where I’m from

Everywhere that I go, I’ma tote me a gun

Screamin' “Fuck all these niggas who ain’t give me nun'”

Every time that it’s war, I be pushin' a button

Got it out of the dirt, I don’t owe a bitch nun', gang