Do It To Em - Intellectual

[Intro]

Phew, damn

Phew, Straight drunk

Nick on the track

[Chorus]

Shoot his ass, no gun sounds

You bitch making cum sounds

Four percs, I'm coming down

Bitch, you know you can't come around

I'm in Beverly Hills with a pack of woods

Finessed his ass, I did him cruel

Six pints, I damn near drooled

Seven shots gon do it to 'em

[Verse]

240 milliliters

I don't really trust these people

Goldmember, Dr. Evil

I was pourin' drank, looking at my teacher

Now I got my own class

School of rappers be the task

Rob his ass with no mask

Poured a four it's not my last

I ain't got no boss, nigga

You laughing now, you dying with him

I done had too much patience

Thick bitch, she Jamaican

Pistols full of bombaclaat

Niggas really talk a lot

[?]

Shout out 15 with thirty mods

Man these niggas really odd

Really tryna steal my cadence

Nigga really could've made it

He not living, and his life basic

Wrapping pounds in the basement

Rap City call me Tigger

I be trying to ignore these niggas

I could never be bitter

I got twenty five lighters

You got twenty three swishers

Ridin' with the gang, that's the [?] with 23 members

He ran up at the wrong time, he got dismembered

Shot his ass, like a LA Clipper

Tried to run up in the mansion, got tired like a hog

Thick light-skin bitch, she bald

These ain't no fucking AMBUSH rose, gold, diamonds, flawless

He gon' switch up for this rap shit, I called it

Showing out, just like Maury

In the house, I feel like Cory

Three bitches on each story

Please don't post me on your story

Niggas is not taking nada

Yes I am my own shotta

You don't want the smoke papa

You bitch built like a chupacabra

Smoking on that [?]

Lil Moe, where'd you get this fam?

I keep a dragon ball like Pan

Petting zoo, I'm in two Lambs'

I don't really give a damn

Guess that's what my problem is

I'll bring pistols where your toddlers is

[?] plan with my hands