won - Intellectual

[Verse 1: yuke]

(yuke) Hatin' on me, know I do this music shit for fun

You don't got the pounds, yeah, you know I got the tons

Give that nigga stomach ache, like he need some Tums

See my boys on yo' block, yeah, you better run

He think we gon' fight, but I got a gun

Yeah, you came in second, but you know that we won

You do this for funds, I do this for fun

I just run off on the plug like a trackstar

He totin' a BB, now he claimin' he a trapstar

You got caught lackin' at yo' spot, send the Addy, send the drop

I'm with yuke, I'm with jacky and we counting up this guap

I'm on top, your music flops, like you cookin', you got chopped off

I got drugs in my belly and my back like El Chapo

And you'd think it's Call of Duty how I'm totin' semi-autos

We gon' run down on his pockets, and this Glock is what he follow (e-evvl—)

He talks 'bout four grams in my wood

Take off thе silencer, I'll let y'all hеar how I jugg

I be flexin' fast cars, you flex whatever is on your foot

Break inside yo' house with no mask and no hood

He mad, 'cause I'm too good

Wouldn't do that shit even if I could

And he thought that he a bully so we make sure he got cooked

And he mad he's not too good

Yeah, I shot him like a flick

Why the fuck you actin', nigga? We know you ain't rich (Hi, yuke)

I just sipped some codeine, now my tummy feelin' sick

Can't fuck with your homie 'cause that nigga is a bitch (You won)

Think that I'm a blade, in the way that I can switch

You can tell I'm paid if you look down on my wrist

I'ma eat some shrooms, and it taste like cinnamon

Bitch, I feel like icemop, yeah, you know that I'm the man