BOOTLEG - Intellectual

[Intro]

57 on the track, boi (Yah)

Take the top off, let it breathe

Underwater cell mitosis at sea was the birth of the prodigy, me

Evolution theme so now they think I'm a geek

Hit the blunt just to show you I'm one with the leaf

Fade away like the vapor from mist in the breeze

I'ma do it for nothing and show 'em it's easy

They pray to a god whom I do not believe in

Yuh, I put out hits by the minute

Yuh, I do not see none you in this

Huh, my dick is so long, it's no limit

I'm taking the phone, playing Sims, speaking gibberish, huh

And they bend on my dick so I'm finna spoon

All these faggot ass rappers y'all listen to

'Bout to play by the rules with the Draco

I fly off a stick, ride my wood, shootin' with a broom

Ballin', they think, head is so big, might end up in a shrink

I wash my dick right up over the sink

After I smash like I'm Link, put the white painting in pink

I'm all over the coast, millions coming, I boast

I'm afraid there ain't shit for you, bro

I said leave it to me, now they want see me deceased

Mob all around me, capiche?

Huh, we move and we come in a mob, ayy

We come and we move in a mob

We come and we move in a mob, ayy

Your girlfriend, she swallow my nut (Okay)

We come and we move in a mob, yuh

We come and we move in a mob, huh

We come and we move in a mob

Move in a mob, we the mafia

Midnight the mafia, Midnight the mafia

Move in a mob, we the mafia

Midnight the mafia, we the mafia

Midnight the mafia, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hah, hah, fuck you mean, yeah

You cannot run, you cannot run

You cannot run, you cannot run, yeah

You cannot run, you cannot run, you cannot run

Fuck you mean, hah

57 on the track (Hah)