Guns Blazing - Intellectual

[Intro: Juicy J]

Higher than the seas on my private jet

Four door lambo, I'm buying that

I'm mad cause them bitches ain't designed it yet

Twenty four gold karat smartwatch

I got bitches at the crib with some big tots

Muthafucka I will hit you with the big Glock, if you keep on talking that little shit to the fat ops

I'm smoking purple lean, with my vros, high as a mother ship

Trying to have a good time, ignoring all of the bullshit

Playing games, spitting game, that's all we ever do

We're meant to kill shit, turnt up the party, Demon Gang that's the fuckin' crew

Speed up the limit, I'm finna fuck up your languages, going super saiyan all over the mic

Bring the lube home baby, your pussy is so tight

We finna fuck it up

Having sex all night

Acting all white knight

With a cup of purpp and a dab of Sprite

We gone be alright

Stop stressin' your mental

We gone be instrumental

As soon as we climax

We gone be so

Higher than the seas on my private jet

Four door lambo, I'm buying that

I'm mad cause them bitches ain't designed it yet

I'm cruisin' down the hood in my gold '64

With my main bitch beside me and she ain't no hoe

All I want to do is smoke that grass, listening to Hov, but I swear these niggas acting tough, the streets, it ain't a joke

Niggas get hit with the MAC, in the back, inside of your Cadillac

BLAT-BLAT-BLAT

Stay strapped, or you gonna get clapped by some real ass niggas that finna go straight headshot

No kneecaps

Steal yo cheap hat

And cop me some rehab

Nah, I'm not mad, I stay GLAD

Don't test me fag, take a step back

Yeah, I'm that mean

Shoot up the function, let's make it fancy

Keep the guns blazing, we gone make it to a galaxy

I'll meet you in Hell, that's where you'll find me