That Wrist - Intellectual

So, I decided I needed to get one song in before the summer ended

SoundCloud account looking old as fuck anyway

Oh by the way the tags still in it

(NiNETY8 please stop playin') Yeah

Get on that, get on that wrist, ay

Jee dropping bows on a flick, ay

I’m dropping bows on a bitch, ay

She say she want all that dick, ay

Living great and I ain’t rich, ay

Get on that, get on that wrist, ay

Jee dropping bows on a flick, ay

I’m dropping bows on a bitch, ay

She say she want all that dick, ay

Living great and I ain’t rich, ay

Get on the muhfucking wrist

Icy but hot, your boy fucking the temps

She wanna bracelet cost 300 cents

I ain’t about to washout for a bitch

I’m thinking maybe I’m needing a switch

Bust that bitch out and she don’t got a clue

Jeesh never say that his balls have been blue

My cheddar been aging like Tippecanoe

Ooh, you are hater, stop it

Ooh, I got all these bands in my pocket

Call me young Pickens I’m up on a rocket

Like yippee cay ay, ain’t no way you gon cop it

Like woah, they say "dude smoke" I'm like no

I need these lungs for the flow

You keep your dro, I'll be increasing my O's

Imma become a hero

You already know

And I got bars for the foes

All of you rappers are hoes

This not a diss, this is a mass of KOs

None of you fuckers can go

And I got sauce like I'm made in Japan

Pass my level I don't think that you can

Got criticism, well I don't give a damn

But I will take it if you be a nice man, ay

Underwater like I’m going on dipping, I’m sipping that apple juice out of a chalice

I’m bout it, when you see me tryna sound it, you step in my boundaries you gonna be grounded

Surrounded, goons are posted all around ya, they teachers, parents, and accountants

Flex on me, doubt it, this is the kingdom I founded, I’ll take you out like you invited to outings

My skills are deep rooted, they down in d, I’ll make sure that my momma is proud of me, yuh

Whipping up in a community kitchen, these critics like “why ain’t you rowdy, b”

Wheres the purple, wheres the heroine, are you selling crack

Do you sniff coke, are you black?

Well my answers a “no” and its big and fat

Face the friggin facts, Imma get it, so get on it bitch

Fuck a chorus of rhyming

I’m picking up stamina, try to keep your distance when I’m on a

Killing and massacre, lyrical damager, never I pander

You motherfuckers acting, but I been the stage manager

When I’m itching, my pendelum

Wanna get it with a bitch in a Phantom

I’m giving her semen, ain’t leaving a remnant

I been the commander, you better be flattered

Your life does not matter, I been ahead of you, and you after

You hit me I counter, you diss me I out ya

I leave you like Kamina, dead in a Gunmen

Your momma cry at your body while making me sandwiches

I am the Banner, get green from the gamma

I’ll damn ya forever

The signal I’m jamming might just fuck up your whole channel, ah

I know that you been hearing about me

My glasses are diamonds they always be shining

You cannot ignore me

Take a look at my wrist and you know my whole fucking story

Bitch

(Oh my fucking God) There we go

(I’m gonna use that)

(Hahaha)

(Jeesh)

(So fucking dumb)