Intense

Snakes in the grass and I laugh at it
gon take a lot more to get black rattled
rise on the come up hand my brother the ladder
y’all bum niggas still up in the crab barrel
I grew up with goats, mad cattle
you don’t know the trouble my dad handled
Right from the go no parental control
I’m the old OIS in the bad Apple.
Got a bad diet and all of you burgers.
My ex would tell you that I don’t deserve her
Broke up with her and went after the cake,
I guess I’m what you will call a deserter.
I heard the talking and all of the murmur
wanna bury my ops and do more than just hurt em.
As a kid we all want to feel wanted at this point I’ll settle for wanted for murder
I fear God never fear mans
Cut y’all off before the year ends.
Still keep it quiet with all of my data and services I never shared plans.
Not in the mood focused on the cause I doubt that I’ve been giving y’all a fair chance
Still on the move if I pause I’m beating up niggas with my bare hands.
Wish I was hood if I was a killer I’d load up the chopper to air mans.
Bullets the size of a beer, can make the niggas in your circle square dance
(fah fah) like here again.
Create a void in your pair of parents,
put some new rips in your pair of pants.
Make something worse out your weird appearance. Ayee
Hook:
It’s a homi homi
they hate seeing me rich and it got me rowdy.
But we stick to the plan no doubt about it.
I’m as slick as the man that said la-di-da-di.
Man this shit is intense, sprinter da Benz
inside a spaceship the outside a Van
ahead of my time we ain’t ever met but I’ve been giving this dick to your bitch in advance aye.
No red meat I’ve been whipping a lamb
shit is intense
nigga better run my advance.
shit is intense
Tell her baby look at my dance
shit is intense
Tell her baby look at my dance
Verse 2 (Busta Rhymes)
Pull up in front with a couple of sprinters with bitches in em ,
watching em bouncing all over the dick till I’m finish wit em
cock it and aim it let it go watch how the bullet hit em
just tell your lil homie to chill cause all I do is kill em
BANG
drop it and pop it and put it on me
prove it and glue it and move it again baby do it for me.
Lotta gorillas be moving and they run it through it for me
one is my bitch and I give her the ratchet to shoot it for me.
I’m the numero uno I come in the place and fuck shit up as usual.
You delusional bitch everything about me is the best un disputable.
Everything bout me original and fucking up everything while we be keeping it lyrical.
And most of you thinking you nice while I be at the pinnacle
you know to do when you see me just salute the general.
Most of your niggas is pitiful
She loving my diamonds and all of my minerals.
Blind bat niggas to the point when I’m shining and fucking up all of their visuals.
And she love the way that I stunt
and I’m talking my shit and I get to the bag and I do what the fuck that I want.
Destroy the building and fuck up the place and they say that it’s that nigga fault
shut the fuck up when I’m speaking and listen and respect the way that I talk (GENTLEMEN!)
Don’t interrupt bitch I’m in a meeting,
and I dare you to do it you catch a beating,
you see one of my nigga’ll leave you leaking
and I can give a fuck what you thought
Hook:
It’s a homi homi
they hate seeing me rich and it got me rowdy.
But we stick to the plan no doubt about it.
I’m as slick as the man that said la-di-da-di.
Man this shit is intense, sprinter da Benz
inside a spaceship the outside a Van
ahead of my time we ain’t ever met but I’ve been giving this dick to your bitch in advance aye.
No red meat I’ve been whipping a lamb
shit is intense
nigga better run my advance.
shit is intense
Tell her baby look at my dance
shit is intense
Tell her baby look at my dance