8am - Intellectual

[Intro: Benji Blue Bills]

Throw back these pills, I turn to a demon, yah

Yah, yah, yah

Ten hat, ten hats, taco swap, yah

Ten hat, ten hats, taco swap, body swap

Murder dance down, niggas 'bout to pull up to somebody plane

Bitch don't ask me how many pills I popped, I'm tryna sip more drank

Already know that you been fuckin' on opps, that's why your coochie stank

I'm really tryna see somebody chopped up, I ain't tryna see no shrink

8 a.m., 8 a.m

I'm finna fuck 'round, kill my lean man, I'm tired of waitin' on him

Taco swap, I'm talkin' about Taco Bell, how I drop shells on him

Soon he fuck that bag up, bet she bail on him, b-bail on him

I throw 'bout ten pills and I turned into a demon, yah, demon, yah

Think that she got a chance to fuck 3B, she must be dreamin', yah

Th-th-this bitch think we goin' steady, I'm thinkin' about leaving, yah

Soon I spot a opp, then I'm 'bout ready to make his breathing stop

I wokе up, walked out at 8 a.m., 8 a.m

I went straight to the opp drop in that hotbox tryna wait on him

I camе with that hot sauce, I let shots off and I skate on him

I just think 'bout bodies, OVO, how I put Drac' on him

I don't even get no sleep until he knocked off, we gon' murder slim

Kriss Vect clip up in my Glock, he turn around, we gon' murder him

Two man, two block, me and Bam, we hop out, we the murder twins (We out)

I'ma let this switch fly like the bird on him

Nigga disrespect 3B, on Kat, nigga, I'ma bury him

Come test this shit

I ain't no regular young nigga, I was hoppin' out the car with blatts and shit

Nigga try spin right here, he done fucked around and met his death right here

With his dumbass

On Kat, we hop out, leave shit in a trash bag

3B just wicked out, threw his body in a trash can

I think I'm crackin' shit too much, just like a mad man

We hop out, chase shit, I put the beam on you like it's laser tag

All it take is one call, we'll turn your block into Afghanistan