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

Hit that nigga stomach, like, he need some Tums

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

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

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

You do this for funds

I do this for fun

I just run off on the plug like a trackstar

He toting a BB gun, 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 cooking, you got chopped up

I got drugs in my belly, in my bag like El Chapo

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

We gon' run down on his pockets, and this Glock is what he follow

(e-evvls!)

He talks 'bout 4 grams in my wood

Take off the silencer, I'll lеt y'all hear how I jugg

I be flexing fast cars

You flеx whatever's 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

Thought that he a bully so we make sure he got cooked

And he's mad, 'cause I'm too good

And 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 (You won)

'Cause that nigga is a bitch

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