gridlock - Intellectual

[Verse 1: funeral]

Why you getting pissed off? I'ma let my wrist talk

Kill your ass in gridlock, shoot up, then I drift off

I'm into extortion, get to you extorting

Money, I'm exporting, killing you a sport then

Bloody, bloody fall, bloody, funny when they fall

Bloody, bloody in they tummy when I make 'em hit the wall

Bloody in they tummy, bloody, bloody in they tummy

Bloody, bloody in they tummy, bloody, bloody, it's so funny, oh

Never-ending pain

Hop up in this bitch, yeah, I be flexing every day

And the [?], it's a Range

I don't trust no one, racks on me, they're so long

Gas on me, it's so strong, get your bitch to have some fun

Run up on me, get hit with a gun, man, why they [?]

And lil' ho, you don't piss me off, I feel likе I am a God

Yeah, yeah, racks on me, it's madе of [?]

[?], I was standing by my own

Watching them fall, broad day, kill 'em all-all

Bodies in the hall, you can meet me at the mall

We up at your house when we know no one around-around

I'ma keep it quiet, no, I will not make a sound

I'm ready, I'm ready

I'm counting, I'm running

And I know they gon' hate, but that's cool, yeah, that's great

You was never in my way, your bitch [?] on her face

Yeah, uh, wait, wait, hold on, bitch, wait

Wait, ayy, wait, hold on, bitch, wait

Wait, yeah, wait, hold on, bitch, wait

Wait, uh, wait