Casper - Intellectual

[Intro]

What do you desire? Bitch

Sit back pour a four up

Look my wrist, froze up

In a beamer with the doors up

Cream soda full of syrup

Marni on me so I'm furred up

30 rounds, yeah, I'm Curried up

Man, it's time to pour that purp up

For them drugs, going bankrupt

Say, lil' brotha', my pockets fatter

Ghost Glock, call this bitch Casper

OG say I'm lookin' real dapper

He ain't got no money, he a capper

Think they mad, I still got my masters

All my niggas be some trappers

But they sending dope to Nebraska

Yeah, hope they don't catch 'em

And you got yo' Malibu

I'm in this bitch with my drank, ooh

And they don't care what we do, so why would you?

Gotta stop bitin' her hand, that feed you

And if the feds break in, I'ma jump out the roof

I'm thinkin' 'bout puttin' diamonds all over my tooth

I already sipped today but I'm bout to pour another deuce