one two - Intellectual

[Intro]

Huh (Woah-woah, woah), ah, yeah

(W-W-What the fuck, glxtch?)

Uh, yeah, Goddamn, hm

Yeah (DuCart, you goin' crazy)

[Verse 1]

Twenty-four bands got me feeling like Money Man

I just saw your bitch, caught her outside, did the bunny dance

Said she makin’ a lil' bit of pay, she don't need a band

If I see ’em again, they gon' see something worse than death

[Chorus]

(Leave me alone, you fucking witch!)

(Huh, huh, huh) Told Santa I need me a pocket of paper–r–r

Maybe a Glock with a laser

DVD, no point of screaming, ain't saving her

She with lil' X, uh

Gimme the note, counting quotas, uh

Your little wifey, she chose up

Said that she innocent, guess you don't know he–e–e—

Matter fact, let's see what bang for your buck do

Bang for a buck, throw a band, she gon' come through

Throw that shit back, goin' tan in a jump suit

Tell that ho get on her back, she gon’ one, two

Y’all niggas jokes, I need funds and a drum loop

Nigga, I don't need a voice to go hunt you

Aim for your top, we gon’ shoot out the sunroof

Matter fact, come bang your block 'til the sun due

That's bang for your buck, nigga, shoot out the roof

Let's go, if I catch that boy lack, boom, boom

Headshot, .32 with a .322

I mean, .223, I’ll make two make news

Repping 333 'cause your team tutu

Mean, your whole team is bitch, I been beefing with boobs

Ain't gon' lie, he got hit with a jet, made him splooge

How you makin' these blues? I don't know, get a clu–u–ue

[Verse 2]

Only people I'm not flyer than is my opps

We stopped 'em and popped 'em, now they with the Jews

They online and provocative, that's why I'm glxtch, nigga, anyone talk get the boot

Anyone got a problem? Lil' nigga, let's do it

If you got a problem, I got a conclusion

I call my stick witch how it come round and do it

I walk down the juggers, I cross out the shooters

Hol' on, bitch, let me backtrack

Lil' G pull up back, 408 in a Scat Pack

Lil' X got your ho fornicating, she black cat

Walked across my path, I called that shit a clap trap, nigga

I got shit full of lead In my backpack

He just drinking purp' in his songs, he a lab rat

Charlie xcx, got a roll of the brat pack

He testing my patience, do him like a flapjack, bitch, ha