OpTic - Intellectual

[Verse 1: BLOODMONEYLUNA]

Rollie white gold, flooded diamonds, Caramelldansen

Linalool my aromatic, air it out like air mattress

Stallin' me like Care Package, sit 'em down like Chris Hansen

I just spent like ten bands, went overboard like Titanic

Twenty-two ounce jeans stand up on they own, they walkin'

Feel like Paul up at the mall, I really wanna cop it

Every time I fall asleep I'm waking up on Prospit

3.5 of Acapulco gold, then I'm queueing Office

It's due process, fuck what you wanna do

Stay on the move, double knot on my running shoe

Sippin' this 40 off, W diesel

Lеt that side eye off, DW

Rеd carpet out when I'm comin' through

Redline S13, that engine blew

Red bottom spike, Chris Louby boot

Red bottom cup, this ain't just juice

Up in the stu, I'm smokin' boof

Yeah, uppin' that chop like breaking news

Plug said take a break, that's why I'm takin' two

Make a move, push 180 in that coupe

Headglitchin' out the window, feel like Scumpy when I shoot

[Verse 2: draf]

I don't need a handout

Pull up on bro, air the bitch out

Yeah, I brought the stick out

Smoking on bro, pull the swish out

Yeah, my checks are big now

I'm smoking big loud

Can't eat the bitch out

In my fancy fit now

Run the bread up every day like I ain't got shit else

Fuck the bitch and I don't even care, I kick the bitch out

Trigger finger like an OpTic member, I air the bitch out

Yeah, yeah, I air the bitch out

[Verse 3: reef]

Yeah, that bitch can't breathe without drugs

Bitch talkin' shit, he won't leave without slugs

Slime weak as fuck, he spilt lean on my rug

Twin a OG, he got dope by the ton

Bitch bro a sadist, he love watching 'em run

Yeah, we can fuck once then I'm done

If I pop one more, I'm done

I can't smoke your dro, I'm cryin'

I hop on foot tryna catch the bitch

Ran through your wallet like, bitch, where the rest of it?

Said I'm behind, but I'm so far ahead of it

He smoking reggie, that boy is irrelevant

Yeah, I pop a Perc for the hell of it

I pop a Perc for a boost

Slime hawking him down, got blood on his boots

I murdered the beat, it's blood in the booth, yeah

[Verse 4: chapter]

I'm rocking all fashion

I don't do talking, I'm just gonna blast 'em

You wanna beat me, boy, you not 'bout that action

I turn that boy to the past tense

Me and your bitch in the BnB (Brr)

All day I'm flexing D&G (Brr)

One date, now she wan' be with me

Hell nah, girl, that's a C&D

I'm with my bros and we top floor

Yeah, the top floor but we want more

It ain't nothing, take your mi amor

In the Benz now, not a Accord

We spin shit like we in SoaR

Got big bands and it's offshore

Got two Glicks, what you fight for?

And I take flights like I'm on tour

[Verse 5: mental]

Too many bands, I should go and spend them at the mall, yeah

Too many fans, they want pics with me, can't get them all, yeah

He getting bent, he can't hang with us, can't hang at all, yeah

Too many brands, too many clothes on me, can't fit them all, yeah

Too many hoes, not enough friendship

I'm tryna get a lil' bag then I spend it

He just my son, yeah, he my apprentice

Said he want beef, I told that boy, "Send it"

I don't think he got the message

He's in the other direction I'm headed

Vet on vet on vet, yeah, I'm vetted

Texts on texts on texts, I ain't read it

[Verse 6: blxty]

Yeah, bet ya ass I come in with the windows tinted

Swag as the fuck, backwards on the fitted

Bad kid, haven't seen God in a minute

Woah, I pull up with a fur bag, fur bag, she call me a dirtbag

I made the wave and they surf that

Money flirt with me, I flirt back

Yeah, bet ya ass I come in with the windows tinted

Swag as the fuck, backwards on the fitted

Bad kid, haven't seen God in a minute

Woah, I pull up with a fur bag, fur bag, she call me a dirtbag

I made the wave and they surf that

Money flirt with me, I flirt back

[Verse 7: funeral]

Yeah, pick up the flight, I'ma fly that bitch out, like, I'm sorry, yo' bitch slutted out

1v20 when I walk in the function, leave, got blood in my mouth

Bitch, I came to merk, I got a purse, it's a gun in this purse

Shit never get better, this shit gettin' worse

I treat my 24 like it's a purge

Bitch, I'm like one bad day 'fore I snap

If I take his life, he ain't taking it back

SUB2K, keep that ho in the bag

Like .40 on this ho, so this ho getting whacked

Bitch, it don't take none, take a motherfucker soul

When I go in the ground, yeah, I know where I'll go

Bitch, I live in the dark, ho, I thrive in the cold

I awake in the place where my life got sold