SRT - Intellectual

[Chorus]

DRKSHDW Rick Owens on my feet

(lil bitch!)

I got 50 bad bitches and they tryna suck the team!

And I don't want it to jam, so I keep my pistol clean!

I don’t need no industry, I just need my SRT

Okay, I just crashed your whip 100k, c'est la vie

Got a redeye, the same color as the dot in my piece

And my niggas suited up, outfit just like MIB

Look at my diamonds, they look like they from a different galaxy

And I feel like I'm a spider cause I’m trappin' on the web

Talkin shit up on my gang I'm aiming bullets at your head

Counting up just like a democrat

I don't really care 'bout that

Might go hit rodeo way I'm spending all the fucking racks

Piss me off, I'll turn the bnb to Killing Floor

Piss me off, now what the fuck did you have (to) do that for

He talkin that bla bla bla, I ain't even hearin’ it

Pussy boy said he want beef

So I’m fuckin' searing it

Bitch I feel like robin, way I’m in the bank

I could give a fuck 'bout what you little niggas think

I-I-I'm, in the function

Pour me up some drank

This AR, got a rocket

I'mma let it bang!

I can’t level up

I I-I-I took all the perks!

Don't got no money for no drugs, so I really hope it works!

You need to get up off my page steady lurking

Babygirl, that's not gon' get you no damn birkin

Got Rick Owens on my feet