GEEKEDEARLY - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Yeah!

I shoot that boy and he splat (Splat)

Fuck that bitch he a brat (Brat)

Who is that boy man he not my slatt?

I get a couple thousand and a bag (Yeah)

We read that boy like it's cat in the hat (Yeah)

I'm with the birds yeah I'm with the bats

I do not fuck with bitches with the chat

Hop in the big body, Glock on my side

Hop out the big body and then he died

We got the whole gang dancing on the grave, laughing with no shame, while the others cried

Caught that boy lacking and chased him a long way 'cause that pussy boy tried to hide

Huh, he on the ground

Pistol whip his ass, I ain't playing around

Yeah, he better make sure that he don't even try to make a sound

I think that I'm 'boutta tape his mouth

We got the bass super loud

Loud, loud, loud

[Verse]

Imma just sip on the lean (Yeah)

Pouring up all the codeine (Woah)

Fucking her she European (Woah)

Don't give a fuck about shit but the green (Yeah)

All of my diamonds so clean

15 'boutta clear the scene

So many racks but I'm just a teen

These little hoes cannot fuck with the team

XD 45 straight to his head

Jump on that boy and he lie on his bed

Pull up to his crib and I leave that boy dead

I couldn't see shit, I only saw red

I let that boy bleed and then I fled

I miss the rage I feel like Trippie Redd

Fuck that bitch I'm busy fucking her friend

Crazy 'cause all of this shit is gone end