sos - Intellectual

[Intro]

byekento

[Verse 1: byekento]

Yeah, fuck your whole gang who you came with

Stick 'em up

I came in with that shit I got my forty tuck

I can't fuck with them they talking down

Bitch you know what's up

I can't fuck with them because they clowns

Okay, huh look

[Chorus: byekento]

SOS I'ma end up in a body bag

Gun 'em down

Spray inside this, gotta hundred rounds

Bitch, I took way too many pills now I'm off the ground

Dump the clip if they motherfuckers ever come around

Better tell them motherfuckers we don't play around

Drop dead whole lotta guns gotta tool shed

Ain't no SOS, I'ma put that boy in his deathbed

Ain't no fucking up, I'ma pop that boy just like a blackhead, bleh

Bitch I'm counting up my money that's my dead friеnds

Bitch don't pull up to the side that's a dead еnd

Talking shit what the fuck you even saying?

I just put that metal to his face now he prayin', bleh

[Verse 2: swazrika]

We got him prayin', but we know he's not a Christian

We kinda hate him, so you know we getting rid of him

It's like a rhapsody, but it's not bohemian

My boys are getting so high like it's helium

Stacking money so high, yours is medium

Numbers talk, five mil' is the median

You're so mediocre

If we pullin' up then you know your life is over

I know it's cold, but I cannot wait for October

He's talking shit, grab the choppa

Get to fuckin', bend him over

Call his mother, speed dial, then I'm gonna give her closure

He be screamin' SOS so we turn him to a donor