No handle! - Intellectual

I fuck your bitch in the back of a telly forreally

And she want my kids in the back of her belly

And I got a shooter you know he gon tell me

Fuck on your bitch but never again

And I gotta pray sorry for my sins

And I cut her off and talk to her friend

'Cause she was a 9 but her friend is a ten

Don't fuck with these niggas these niggas be trippin

There's blood on the scene we not crippin'

He don't got choppers you know he ain't grippin'

Chrome hearts 'cause you know I'm a Christian

If I don't get that money I throw a tantrum

I'm anti social like my young nigga Tana

I'ma light him up like a lantеrn

Hop in the Lam' but it don't got a handle

I'm in that Lam yeah I hop in that vеt

Swervin' too fast y'all almost got wrecked

She ride with me 'cause I'm fly with a check

In the car throwing racks out of the deck

Yea we forever finna ice her neck

Do me in the car she got no hands

She wanna ride the wave 'cause I'm next

Her friend is a nine yeah and she is a ten

Her bed is a nine but she a dime

She in my line heard that I rhyme

I cannot lose got to shine

All of this grime I gotta climb

I'ma climb yeah I'ma go up

Set me up yeah double go cop

I'm with the dogs yeah with the big pop

I don't need warm up she said you woke up

I told her what's up