Bounty - Intellectual

[Intro: Chubbz]

Get to the body quick, giving that bounty

Russel beat anyone up in this county

I might ambition the lower stack doubt me

I want a bitch with the ass always bounc-

Get to the body quick, giving that bounty

Russel beat anyone up in this county

I might ambition the lower stack doubt me

I want a bitch with the ass always bouncing

They giving me a shots 'cause the bullets stay focused

Top of working every minute baller get a bonus

Bitches always looking at me, they'll be like a locust

All these tryna rappers, but they looking like opponents

I mean it, I'm rapper, I'm doing thе job, if you don't pay me nothing - you finna get robbed

Gеt bitches bodies for papers, if you double crossed me, well, homie, you finna get popped

You send me your goons for eradicate me, pussy, I got my GameBoy, your boys getting mobbed

The scene full of females - the way that I run for, might be a menace, I need to be stopped

Thinking I'm play - just wait to the score short

I'm stopping your guard, so you hundred homos

Bitch, you might get a shot like it's Warzone

Rolling up buck, so I leave 'em in war zone

Ay, look, ain't no one hitting a pure phone

Lift tryna snap on their rap and they get to the fro, but they only got four stones, now they get tapping it, baby, more flow

Y'all better cruise for, bet Tanukes a silent shooter

I can show you the figures like private tutor

I can turn an exploiter to math computer

Got that shit in the booth, they be Simon Shooster

Ay, I be really killing my shit, got it emphasized, look

Bitches all stay, but I enterprise, why the fuck I'mma deep space energize, look

Still strapped for the faze, I aim at you, let me see with what you enter when your life is jeopardized

I'm sick of these pussies who wishing them looking at gang with some jealous sides

I'm sick of these snakes and the people I trust, but they really do tell a lies

I'mma cut the ties, I mean I'm cut to Ty, look

Cutting ties with y'all fuckers crime

Bros lost to find, y'all love a lie

Y'all front like to get a hundred mine

But your acolages under mine

Got a pack of strays, still dodging swines

Still packing K's, still upping nines

Don't master face when I up and slide

I'll leave without a trace, so don't fucking try me, lil' bitch

Cold heart and, motherfucker, the match of the shit on my wrist

Young Wild for the demon, big chop leaving 'em think about camo to miss

Think you got some, getting on my best side - only way you get on a list

Opps pray on drop, or the fanboys say shit for me to put out a hit, bitch