Blunt 2 - Intellectual

[Chorus]

TEG's on and I got that 40 tucked

I'm in NYC wit' Glo, 100 rounds up in that truck

Roll a .35 in that wood, I can not smoke no fucking Dutch

Hit him wit that right hook, I hit him wit that uppercut

If a nigga try me, he get put up in a blunt

Man, these bitches flock, nigga, I don't even gotta stunt

Man, these bitches flock, nigga, I don't even gotta front

We know you ain't on shit nigga, we know you a chump

Hop out the cut nigga, like the Grim Reaper

Man, these niggas scary as shit, they tryna keep it peaceful

Nigga, I'ma set it off like my name was Queen Latifah

Shout-out to my nigga uh and he still smoking that reefer

Told my nigga pass the blunt, man you a fucking chiefer

Spin on the opp block and I got that street sweeper

2-3 on my Glock, you would've thought I was from Cleveland

I'ma teach yo' ass a lеsson, nigga thought I was a teacher

Now it's cold outside, I can't nеver leave my heater

I can't switch on my brother nigga, I'm my brother's keeper

And that shit that we be doing, I can't say 'cause it's illegal

Yeah, I be cruising through your block nigga, like I'm Jeepers Creepers