A Lot - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Adb, play that shit)

(Kiz, what up?)

[Chorus]

Can't count how many niggas I shot on your block, but I know it's a lot

Double stacked clip all up in my Glock, it's holding a lot

Northside of Jane, that's too many killers, I don't know how much but I know it's a lot

At the Southside of Jane, got too many dead guys, I don't how much but I know it's a lot

Number 35, Christian, might go to church on Sunday, but he still sinnin' to Allah

O'She, point blank, shot on his top

Kwame, he runnin' and beggin' he stop

Not a king cobra, these niggas are dojer, they're switchin' a bag, made more than a lot

Can't beef with a nigga that don't got no notch

You're broke as fuck, can't even go buy a watch

[Verse]

Big glizzy, I don't [?] and cotch

Your bitch a freak, she give me wozzle a lot

Fly that boy, he in the sky, now he a astronaut

And that bitch, she eatin' dick like apricot

And the crocodile go through walls like juggеrnaut

Put the Yacht-Master on when I go on a yacht

If you don't got no bodiеs, don't care who he shot

Amiris and Jordans, I wear them a lot

This jewelry three-hundred, you know that's a lot

And you dead if we getting the drop

I keep pressin' the gun 'til it stops

I could deal with a 30, it don't need a mop

Walk in the trap, come and shop

I turn a one into three, all rock

Can't serve a custy that look like a cop

Fuck up the place, might whip it straight, drop

These pussies, they know how much bodies I caught

And you dare to get me, and you get into a swamp

And my neck and wrist cold, but my gun, it stay hot

Walk 'em down, point blank, cookin' his top

You let the sharks swim, you watching Jaws

I'm more icier than Santa Claus

The button in the back of my Glock say, "Pause"

If I up it, automatic us