Goblins - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Lil bro wan' talk to me, we gon' gossip

Imma spin his head like a nozzle

Hop in a sprinter van, boy these some goblins

Oh your boy died, boy that's your problem

Smart AR, you know my gun came with knowledge

X and the o in both hands, gon' pop 'em

Fifty three shots to his chest gon' drop 'em, awesome

I hold your boy for ransom for a profit

[Verse]

Pulled up on him, we upped it then we got it

Got a white bitch doing cocaine, like Lovato

This hoe in the crib gonna hop on my column

Uh, I let the chop sing like soprano

Bitch, I let the phone ring, if you callin'

Gamble my chips, bitch, going all in

Lil brodie got kicks, hits and he poppin'

Kickflip out a bitch, bouta pop like an ollie

White boy rollin' off molly

He from the suburbs and he go to college

Phone always dry, ain't nobody tryn' call him

Uh, but he got body, body, bodies

Uh, lil bro be tweakin' off an oxy

This little emo bitch ride me, spider jockey

Lil bitch I'm the bomb, shit, kamikaze

Rockstar, iron on a man like Ozzy

I heard your boy like minors, iron

We pushin' carts like a nine to fiver

You rockin' Under Armour, not designer

I make a bitch, speak with a lisp, through the wire

I make the future, I'll Marty Mcfly her

Uh, fuck a bitch, turn a hoe, to a geyser

Uh, water wrist, choppa sing, like a choir

Uh, Homixide fuck with the beat it's a g# minor

[Bridge]

Pop out the cut in that sprinter van

Huh, bitch I been the man

Huh, bitch, I'm into it

Fuckin' your bitch, hoe getting intimate

Uh, uh, uh, your bitch getting intimate

Bitch I been the man

And the minutemen

Hoppin' out of that sprinter van

[Pre-Chorus]

Uh, uh, bitch I'm killing it

Pull off in a Rolls Royce Cullinan

Uh, money in the bank, never fronting it

Lil bro think he safe from the k but he runnin' in

Runner man, rolling out the cut in a sprinter van

Roll out the cut and I'm getting him, killing him

Boy are you feeling me, bitch know I'm feeling him