text: Intent Lyrics
  Everyday I take risks for paper
  Bae said you gotta dumb it down cah the way that you live your lifes too dangerous
  My niggas love shooting and shaving, you wanna start problem making
  Take a stroll with the dots, these battery bells will slap and wake the neighbours
  All this paper I gotta maintain it, but it aint easy, I gotta stay focused
  Still getting drawn out by jokers, idiots tryna provoke us
  Old Vectra or Focus, any will do man pull up with toasters
  You aint seen nothing self-reload and pop up like toasters, you can get toasted
  Niggas wanna talk bout guns like 4 years back I werent copping some
  These niggas wanna talk bout bread and their trapphone dead and theyre probably bruck
  Hear a nigga got done dirty, I aint gonna lie it was probably us
  I dont wanna burn this top its my favourite one, but I know that its gotta be done
  Just saw me a opp from the rear, the driver know that its gotta get spun
  All that wass on the track, see me live, these niggas just run
  And the pigs start spinning that drum, all they found was spinners and pumps
  All I ever hear is waps, tell em boys go get it and come
  I owe my plug, I gotta supply these digits
  Break bread with the niggas that I love, so I divide these figures
  She fell in love with a drug dealer
  Bad b come to the Niz for the d, now she wanna go meet and liquor
  And I aint too proud of my previous
  Cah I say intent to supply, but I didnt intend to supply
  A nigga just had to invest and supply
  My T-house needs this re right now but I stall cah Im letting it dry
  You cant see me get smoked on my block, let alone let it run twice
  My line ring off for a week, and Ive never been more depressed
  When I rise I gotta send these texts and dodge this obbo Im always on edge
  This one time my line went dead and I thought to myself that I gotta do deals
  I been hungry so I gotta do meals, too much fakes Ive gotta do real
  Bad b come to the Niz for the d, now she wanna eat lobster in Hills
  How opps still throwing up deuces, this beef needs copper and steel
  Im running for the reloads in my boxers, Im still pissed if this dinger gets wheeled
  Summertime got the swammy concealed and Im good with this bottle of 
  Posted up with my trackie and new shoes, bro cant roll with me cah he too loose
  Got old friends that Ive got to shoot, free Bradz that guy is a screwloose
  Told them man they cant fuck with me and them fuckboys there Ive got to choose
  Dont get caught in the crossfire
  Get round there in a bruck down Vauxhall, looking like it just got hotwired
  Pigs had me sat for a long time, still tryna prove that I conspired
  Exercise yard with the barbed wire
  Intent to supply and they said Im the supplier
  Take this ting for a joke like Quagmire
  Till I make this beat like Sapphire
  I owe my plug, I gotta supply these digits
  Break bread with the niggas that I love, so I divide these figures
  She fell in love with a drug dealer
  Bad b come to the Niz for the d, now she wanna go meet and liquor
  And I aint too proud of my previous
  Cah I say intent to supply, but I didnt intend to supply
  A nigga just had to invest and supply
  My T-house needs this re right now but I stall cah Im letting it dry
  You cant see me get smoked on my block, let alone let it run twiceEmbed