16 Zips - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ayy

(Paper Route Empire)

Uh-huh

Yeah, it's Dolph

Hey, hey

I hopped out the Porsche and then hopped in the Lam'

Hopped out the Lam', then hopped in the Benz

Hopped out the Benz, then hopped in your bitch (What? Hah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, hey, hey

[Verse 1]

I crack me a seal, pour me an eight (Yeah)

I stay fresh as fuck and that's every day (Yup)

Allergic to fuck niggas, get out my way

Pull up in somethin' stupid like, "Who wanna race?" (Skrrt)

Young nigga in the hood sellin' weight

When it come to my paper, I don't got no patience

Your conversation boring, I can't listen (What?)

Only money keep my attention

Had her breaking down P's all night

Work a bitch like my name Ike (Turner)

What's love got to do with it? (Nothin')

I fuck her once, then I'm through with it (I'm gone)

Throwback Sacramento Kings shit (Yup)

If you ain't seen me, you ain't seen shit

Bought a root beer and poured lean in it

Every family got a dope fiend in it (Hey)

Might pour a whole sixteen in it (Mud)

I been fuckin' these niggas' bitches (I swear)

That's just what we do in South Memphis, ayy

Nah, we don't love 'em, we share 'em (For real)

Yeah, we flip 'em, then pass 'em

Spent a hundred thou' on my favorite fashion

I smoke weed just to meditate

Got your bitch and your sister on a double date (16 Zips)

[Chorus]

I hopped out the Porsche and then hopped in the Lam' (Skrrt)

Hopped out the Lam', then hopped in the Benz (Hey)

Hopped out the Benz, then hopped in your bitch

Dropped that bitch off and went picked up her friend

Damn, that Dolph nigga did it again (Hey, hey)

Yeah, he shitted again

All of my niggas my niggas to the end

All of 'em family, I ain't got no friends

I don't associate with fuck niggas 'cause we don't speak the same language, nah

I don't entertain broke bitches, them the type of hoes I stay away from, uh

I did all this shit off of sixteen zips (Yeah)

Crack the seal, I got sixteen zips (Pour up)

I did all this shit off of sixteen zips (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2]

I did all of this shit off sixteen zips (Ayy, ayy)

Hop out the Lam' with the Glock 19 and a thirty-round clip (Woo)

Pourin' medicine in my drink 'til it's filthy

I was born a street nigga, yeah, I'm guilty

Spent one-fifty on gold and diamonds

You can see from 'cross the street shinin' (Ayy)

You can hear me 'round the corner comin'

Smokin' out the pound, gettin' blunted (Yup)

Monday night, I'm in Magic City

Eatin' steak and shrimp and I'm throwin' money (Paper Route Empire)

I'm too anxious, don't know how to wait (Nah)

Poppin' painkillers, countin' cake (Woah)

Got your bitch at the spot cleanin' up

Smoking weed, wearin' lingerie

Look at the rocks on my wrist (Woah)

Look at that ass on my bitch (Damn)

Yeah, I keep a Glock on my hip (Yup)

Smell like a pound when I'm shopping at Phipps (Strong)

I did all this shit off of sixteen zips (Ayy)

I did all this shit off of sixteen zips (It's Dolph)

Went and found me a new plug (Yeah)

Back-to-back, took sixteen trips