Butta Verses - INTL lyrics

[Verse One]: This is how it's going down Like landing gear when I'm headed out of town Yeah My crew holds the fort, literally I give 'em moral support, they ain't forgettin' me You steppin' the game up, you hold the hand rail We entertainers, you thought it was fan mail I'm the high rank guy they all thank I'm the sh** to be quite frank, bring in the strings Yeah, that sounds flier f** the local club with they proper attire We the ones who gon' come through Guest lists, guess who Guest lists, you askin' if I'm on motherf**er I ain't local, yo I'm on motherf**er Put the vocals on the track and they love me long time Me and Strike ran it down the line Now this is how we run it down the line [Hook]: I'm I.N.T.L., travel the world Stay in planes, trains, automobiles and hotels I'm I.N.T.L., Scotland, Estonia Ireland, Germany, Croatia, I go ta I.N.T.L., Switzerland, Austria, The Netherlands, Belgium With merch to sell them I.N.T.L. travel the world World, world, world, world, world [Verse Two]: Touchdown Customs, f** them Why they always f**in' with me, huh? Huh? I know it's all because of my complexion Thinkin' I'm Al to the K to the D, uh No Not me brah I ain't smugglin' nothin' in here either But it's a ha**le that I'll gladly face to leave the states Hittin' stages in other places it's outrageous Not about wages, point to these faces You thank them for bringin' me here, let's hear it for me It's all I gotta say then I turn to Strike And he tell me just take 'em away cause... [Hook]