Ok Den - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Fat racks like Pumba, I'm just tryna slide through (Hehe)

Big K with a ruler, broke nigga rock Puma

Suit and tie just to shoot you (Hehe), bool pack, no boofah

Lame niggas always assuming (Che on the beat)

Bullets straight for your medulla, in that Scat 'Cat, I'm movin'

And your bitch say my voice soothing

Sign a check, I'm like, "Cool, then"

All my niggas really boolin', all my niggas really doin' shit

Too turnt, sippin' D'USSÉ, too burnt, bro, you too lame

Benz truck, I'm in two lanes, If it's beef, then let's get to it (Let's get to)

Money, nigga runnin' through it

Dumb racks, shit stupid, condo, shit roof-less

Bitch just told me, "I want two kids", I just tell her, "I want to hit"

I'm just tryna see you cruise shit

I'm just tryna see you—

[Verse]

Yeah, I'm just tryna see your eyes roll back

Bitch just wanna fuck me, I know that (I know that)

Break her back, she need a chiroprac'

Pop a Xanax, now I'm so sad (I'm so sad)

KEL-TEC finna catch a toe-tag

Face fuck her, then I give her throat back

Spin that nigga block in his cul-de-sac (Ooh)

Bullets stay hot, what you know 'bout that?

I be sippin' drop, gettin' so fat

It's a code red, it's a code red

I don't got a leaf, where the cone at?

I don't gotta beef, where your home at?

No apology, where your dome at?

Steppin' on shit like a doormat

I got three phones, don't know where my phone at

New J, yeah, packed so fat (Three phones, three phones, yeah)

Kick back now, Sayso said (Three phones, three phones, yeah)

Bitch put a Perc where her nose at (Yah)

I ain't fuck with her, they don't know that (Three phones)

Bullets hit him up where his soul at

And I sent him up, guess who hit you up

All my bitches gotta get my name tatted

Everybody know that I'm a Perc' addict

[Chorus]

Fat racks like Pumba, I'm just tryna slide through

Big K with a ruler, broke nigga rock Puma

Suit and tie just to shoot you, bool pack, no boofah

Lame niggas always assuming