i doubt it - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Y-y-you're dead)

He gon' say he with it, but I really fucking doubt it

DP-12, my artillery get him on the ground quick

I'on even got enemies, I still feel surrounded

He still say he with it

But-but I fucking doubt it, yeah, I doubt it, know you ain't about it

I don't need no fucking suppressor, I like that loud shit

And I just really took your ho, yeah, she a loud bitch

She see me whenever she please, yeah, she allowed, bitch

Front seat, window, I'on need my blick, ho

I just gave your brother half a band, he at your window

He gone with the wind, bro, I'on know shit, bro

Still got on my Ksubis, I'm so bloody in this fit, bro

The only charge they'd ever get me on is murder

Walk inside the function, on my brain, it's only murder

Yeah, I just showed her somethin' that she ain't ever heard of

I asked her if she fuck with you, she never heard you

You-you think you out this bitch, well, boy, you just a victim to me

Fell in love with your shorty, that bitch addicted to me

"Oh, he so wicked," who, me? "He the sickest," who, me?

What play inside my fuckin' brain is so explicit to me?

Yeah, I doubt it, know you ain't about it

I don't need no fucking suppressor, I like that loud shit

And I just really took your ho, yeah, she a loud bitch

She see me whenever she please, yeah, she allowed, bitch

Front seat, window, I'on need my blick, ho

I just gave your brother half a band, he at your window

He gone with the wind, bro, I'on know shit, bro

Still got on my Ksubis, I'm so bloody in this fit

It's so unusual to me

I hate the way that you can breathe

Lie in the dirt, I lie beneath

My face, the last thing that you see

It's so unusual to me

I hate the way that you can breathe

Lie in the dirt, I lie beneath

My face, the last thing that you see

Oh, shit