runts - Intellectual

[Intro: crusafix]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, I'm wit my team, I'm smoking runts, huh

I don't fuck wit' that bitch, she just doing way too much, huh

I can't feel my face, I think I'm off too many drugs, huh

I don't know what's wrong with me, I think I can't have fun

Every time I think about you, that shit make me numb

Yeah, my cup is filled wit' red and yo' cup fill wit' Tuss

(Uh) Bitch, I got some Truey on me, feeling like I'm trustt

I got so much bands on me, watch us a spend rack

Then I fucking dub a bitch and then I watch her run it back

Then I fly out to the H so I can catch my ass a cap

And that pussy rock Balenci while he still rocking the Gap (While he still rocking the Gap)

Why the fuck you dub me, bitch? Yeah, I never understood

Yeah, I'm never sober, bitch, I think I should smoke a wood

Why the fuck they talking shit? Matter fact, I knew they would

I might go and fuck yo' bitch, matter fact, I think I should

You should check my temperature, I might cop that bitch a purse

They like, "Trin, like where the verse?" I'm like, "Bro that's twenty Percs"

I'm like, "Bro, that's twenty Xans," I'm like, "Bro, that's twenty bands"

Wait till I plead innocent, wit' yo' bitch, we intimate

Matter fact, I'll take yo' bitch, I know I could

Bitch, I'm sick as fuck, coughing up my lungs, I smoke another blunt

Crushed up diamonds in my gas, I got drugs up in my bag

I can't take you serious 'cause I know that you can't touch no racks

Got one more chance, I'ma run this shit back

Poppin' these tags while I'm shoppin' at Saks

Hop on a jet, yeah, overseas just to show you that I really do it like that

Money keep on coming, come in different ways

I can't do no features unless I'm getting paid

Thumbin' through these hunnids, I got hella C-notes, I blow it, they don't go to waste

Girl you know you did me wrong, spin back, now I did you wrong

You keep coming back to me, but we both know it won't be long

I can't never be the one, I could never show no love

Spent two racks up on this belt just to show I don't give no fuck

You should check my temperature, I might cop that bitch a purse

They like, "Trin, like where the verse?" I'm like, "Bro that's twenty Percs"

I'm like, "Bro, that's twenty Xans," I'm like, "Bro, that's twenty bands"

Wait till I plead innocent, wit' yo' bitch, we intimate

You should check my temperature, I might cop that bitch a purse

They like, "Trin, like where the verse?" I'm like, "Bro that's twenty Percs"

I'm like, "Bro, that's twenty Xans," I'm like, "Bro, that's twenty bands"

Wait till I plead innocent, wit' yo' bitch, we intimate