Ghost - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Bitch im full of that cheese

And my jewelry cost a couple keys

This lil bitch say she Japanese, she gon eat that dingaling

She a ten on lean lean

Not tryna hear the bullshit, fuck around just let the phone ring

Not finna do all that fussin, bitch ima let the drac sing

Hop out that big body Benz, im [?] as fuck when I step up on the scene

I look like a ghost, all white, im so fresh so clean

All of these mother fucking guns, im feeling like im an ex marine

All of these mother fucking pints, a nigga fuck around and fell in love with lеan

Yeah luh Kayb sick off dope

Wherе these niggas pop out hoe

Ay fuck all that talking, lets get active, ay we got your gun blow

Taliban, Taliban, got the cabinet filled up with c4

Handy man, Handy man, keep a tool on me yeah you know how it go

Had a bitch shaking ass all night, put a bitch in slow mo

Free my youngin locked up in that cell, yeah he thuggin [?]

I just put some money bro cell, yeah shout out big Daroo

I be telling him lock in lil bitch, I swear to God you gon blow

But all he wan do is blow

And shout out lil [?], he tryna catch him a hat, he ain't ducking smoke

And shout out to bandz, he tryna run up them bands

Im just coolin with lil glocky, he got a glocky, yeah, up in his pants

.45 on the nerve system real shocky, it's makin him dance

I was finna get her Chanel , Number 9, but she wants Chanel [?]

Louis V on my jacket ,lil bitch, yeah and Louis the pants

We tryna get active in this bitch, we pull up with sticks in the van