Cactus Jack - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Ethereal]

Hit the lights baby

Take a seat, what's the rush

Girl I know u wanna' chill, let's just touch

Fuck a party they shit sorry let's get drunk and make a fuss

Make yo' body rock, these niggas party stop when I pull up

'OMG look at her butt', I'm wit' Father in the cut

These hoes act like they the shit, wait till young niggas grow up

My flow hotter than a bitch, got the club goin' up

All my money from the dirt, I could dirty up ya' shirt

Boy my wrist wrist wrist do so much work, that shit hurt

I'm finessin' like I'm Ness, PKfire up the purp

How the fuck they sleep on us?, I don't know that shit sus'

Now I know that they know how it go, that's what's up

I'm just sayin' we the shit, it's So Awful, we the clique

Now I'm on a higher level takin' risks to get rich

Off color RS6, rollin' spliffs wit' my bitch

Got it parked in the cut plottin' licks to get bricks

All my niggas got felony

Wrist Bill Bellamy

Fuck what they tellin' me

All my bitches go readily

Make money steadily

Fuck is you tellin' me?

What the fuck is you tellin' me?

Keep a down ass bitch hit bong rips witcha'

Don't get along wit' niggas

Bitch whoop my bitch, she woulda' found that bitch

Prolly' drown that bitch instead of tellin' like a bitch

Missy Misdemeanor Lil' Felony

Wrist Bill Bellamy, boy you up next what they tellin' me

Keep a forest, a lil' Zack Morris gettin' fuzzy can't see

Buzzin' Spain to Camp Creek, nigga you a fan you is not family

I'ma be the man handicap or tag team