[Intro]
Yeah (yeah)
Pull up my pants on these n***as
Yeah (Yeah)
Woo (Woo)
Pull up my pants on these n***as (Oyy)
(Watcha say)
Look

[Chorus]
Intelligent n***a
But they love me on this trap shit
I said: "I do I for the Viiiiine"
Now I do it for the ratchets
Every time I hit the booth
That's a brand new classic
That's why I'm killing these n***as
Put the nail in the casket
Intelligent n***a
But they love me on this trap shit
I said: "I do I for the Viiiiine"
Now I do it for the ratchets
City on standstill
I got a hoe to do a backflip
And I ain't gotta do it
But I'm looking like the number one draft pick
[Verse 1]
Look look look
I said n***as wasn't around when I dropped
Now I roll around when they drop
They wanna be down, I'll pop
Don't you know I worked for this shit?
N***as think I found what I got
Back when I wasn't important
N***as wasn't supporting, man
N***as just doubted a lot
But I've been the man in the house since 4, my n***a
N***as couldn't count on my pops
Now I roll around in the drop
Then the block, down top
Screaming hit 'em up, n***as always Pac when he sayin'
I could take a picture with your bitch right now
But you wouldn't see nothing, but the top over here
Call up my phone about yo bitch n***a
Hold up right there, n***a stop what you're saying
All of my shirts got K's on the back
So n***as know that I'm not with to play
Aw man
Party? Got another one
Pussy n***as ain't see it coming, like a sucker punch
Eyes in the store with the bitches in the honeybunch
Don't know where I stay, but they fear where I'm coming from
Yeah
Bust it open, bend it over, bring it back
You know daddy gon' like it like that
I don't lie, girl, I only state facts
And I ain't tricking on you, I don't got it like that
I’m a
[Chorus]
Intelligent n***a
But they love me on this trap shit
I said: "I do I for the Viiiiine"
Now I do it for the ratchets
City on standstill
I got a hoe to do a backflip
And I ain’t gotta do it
But I’m looking like the number one draft pick

[Verse 2]
Hella Bent, hella faded, from a city with n***as that never made it
Couple songs got the n***a hood famous
Fuck the DJ that had my shit and never played it
My n***a, this my n***a’s money
Never rearrange it
Got some liquor and some strippers
Got it looking like it’s Vegas
That ain’t my baby, baby
I ain’t finna claim it
No glove, no love, and it’s word to Gary Payton
Look
Pussy n***as, I don’t wanna get along with you
All you rappers, I don’t wanna do a song with you
I can tell, you n***as is sweet
And I ain’t want nobody getting the wrong picture
You ain’t gay, [?] pussy yet?
Bitch, what’s wrong with you
You could only be fucking two people, girl
And that’s either me or the wrong n***a
Bunch of bills, pay ‘em when i need ‘em
Girl butt naked, layin’ in my DM
N***as hatin’ on me often, the AM to the PM
But you see what I’m saying, now I’m saying when I see ‘em
Talking like birds, and then chickening out
Squad right here, we tryna figure it out
You tried tying us down, she still giving it out
One thing I never give a hoe is the benefit of the doubt
‘Cause I’m a
[Chorus]
Intelligent n***a
But they love me on this trap shit
I said: "I do I for the Viiiiine"
Now I do it for the ratchets
City on standstill
I got a hoe to do a backflip
And I ain’t gotta do it
But I’m looking like the number one draft pick

[Verse 3]
(Aaaargh)
‘Lotta money on this side
Look how we going through it
I see problems on y’all end
Look like y’all n***as going through it
Don’t nobody wanna listen to it
Y’all n***as make boring music
Said you got a mixtape coming out
But guess what? Ain’t nobody looking forward to it
What I’m doing? Running ‘round, getting money
What you doing? Sitting there, looking funny
I think he mad, I see one of his bitches on me
I got something that you want? Come and get it from me
Riding ‘round, 'til my shit is on "E!"
N***as sitting down, still talking ‘bout me
I’ll be damnned if a bitch make a n***a love me
‘Cause everything moving
Made this album, go and eat (Ah)
N***a I was making bangers
[?]
Vito said: “We the last ones left”
I feel like real n***as is endangered
Aw yeah, it’s all for the set
You know the motto: “No fear, no regrets”
Tell somebody to come and cut your check
‘Cause when I’m coming through the speaker dirty sound like sex, n***a
I had to be looking like

[Chorus]
Intelligent n***a (Yeah, yeah)
But they love me on this trap shit
I said: "I do I for the Viiiiine"
Now I do it for the ratchets
Sitting on a stand still
I got a hoe to do a backflip
And I ain’t gotta do it
But I’m looking like the number one draft pick