in the wrong - Intellectual

Ay Yakk, Ay Yakk, Ay Yakk, Let's go

Yeah, I was outside chillin' with them apes

One false move taking off your face

Brodie outside, totin' onna H

She wanna back that ass up for sum pape

Baby ARP, but it got some weight

Lil 'Mar in the back, draggin' with that K

That nigga look bluff, I know he stay

Had to put on the mask, now I'm feeling like bane

I was sippin' on cup,like this bitch too pain

My youngin' gon pull up, shoot like 2K

Slide with 300 black, ready to put in some pain

And these niggas tryn' talk, but they know I'm a vet

Do em' like lil' Charlie, hit em in the neck

I was bumping my music while spinnin' ya set

Call me Lil' Wreck It Ralph, cause that bitch getting wreckеd

Call me Lil' Randy Moss, put that shit on your head top

Boolin' with Mar, and we smoking on dеad opps

Cracking this ho, and I'm making her head bop

Sliding with fully, and take off his dreadlocks

Sliding with fully, and hit niggas domes

He shot and he missed, buddy ass, he a drone

That little nigga grimy, askin' what he on

If I catch me a B, would I be inna' wrong

That nigga he weird, talking shit don't condone that

Drac' finna punch, cause this bitch too strong

And the bullets is beating his chest like Kong

Kris Vec don't fit, cause this bitch too long

Fully chop it's kicking, smoke him like a bong

Bad bitch shaking ass to the song

Big Kris Vec, it's gon get him gone

Niggas think we playing but this shit ain't pong

Slide, Slide, Slide down

If me and bro go onna' drill and I take the fall

You better not go out like gunna

Niggas be claiming they like that

Niggas is bitches, these niggas is only store runners

I'll break up with a ho, if she callin' my phone

Talkin' bout it's a young ho summer

Niggas see me and AyeeP going dumb with that stick

So they calling us lil' dumb and dumber

I'll beat onna' fuck boy like a drum

And the fuck nigga trip, why the fuck did you run

When I go on that drill, It's just me and my gun

If I call up AyeeP then yo' ass getting done

Call up my brother, bitch, you getting baked

And this ho in my face, she keep askin' for my cake

You ain't dropping your drawls, get the fuck out my face

And that bitch, she keep playin, get smacked with this Drac

Brudda slide down with a new drac, woah

Push up on gang, bet yo' ass get rolled, woah

Push up on gang, make your bitch ass fold

New drac' got kick back, nigga, like what

Drac' got kick back, hit his ass up, he better spin back

Niggas dissin' my brother and never did nothing

So you know I get up with his bitch ass

Brudda' threw back a perc like a tic-tac

He get booted, now he on hisbitch ass

Old bitch ass boy tried to spin

The fuck nigga gun jammed, he heard a click-clack