SUB ZERO - Intellectual

[Intro]

Frrt, frrt, huh

Hop in the booth like it's cold, shh (Mm, mm, mm, yeah)

Hop in this bitch like I'm shivering, yeah (Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm)

(Tofito, don't panic) Yeah

[Verse 1]

Let that bitch go

Hop in the booth like it's cold

I'd walk in this bitch with the moolah

That ice on me ain't floored

Shit, why I took off the roof, huh

Came in feelin' out my body

In a good way more than a bad

Blessed killer dripped in Versace

I'm still a kid, I'll quick scope fast

180 on the lamb truck dash

Too old if two days pass

Still a youngin, countin' up the cash

Double-O on the wrist like a tat'

XO on that bitch, it's a mess, huh

Drac' get him compressed

I'ma air it and X the bitch out, ho, I ain't gettin' arrested

Put him in a O, put him in a coffin

Hole in his head, turned to a dolphin

Up with that fire, I don't need a scope

Bottom half Glock same size as a rope

Negative diamonds on Sub-Zero

Aim at your neck, his shit jammed through the floor

Better get the fuck back, get him cactus'd like Jack

Put a spike through your neck and your nose, ha

[Chorus]

Bet I still look good when shit get ugly, okay, huh

Marilyn Manson jeans, they copy from me, okay

I'm on top of so many people, still the kid, like, shit get scary

It ain't problematic, love and diamonds dancin' different variants

Huh, huh, huh, frrt

Got frostbite, bitch, I'm freezin', yeah

[Verse 2]

I'ma slide on this bitch like a Benz

Geek gang, hop over the fence

I don't know you, lil' bitch, we ain't friends

2korrupt in this shit, back again

If she don't care, then I'm baggin' her friend

I'm back in the Porsche, just jumped off the porch

I could run away, but it is what it is, huh, okay, okay

Pull out the muscle, it's flexin' time

Shoot the window and get the bitch minimized

Got a delicate wrist, I can't tell the time

Fuck crossin' the line, bruh, I bent the line

'Cause I'm quiet don't mean you can push me

I don't know what them people be thinkin'

If I'm silent, don't mean that them bullets are

Think you fuckin' with me? Then you tweakin'

I'm on timing and they can't believe it

Twenty-five R.I.Ps like Aaliyah

If I'm up, that mean we up

Now that T up, niggas should T up

I ain't full of myself or conceited

Even though how I look might seem it

Just wanted to make haters suffocate

'Cause they all thought that I wouldn't be it

Used to tell me that I wouldn't be shit

Now I'm good and they think that I'm dreamin'

Furthermore, say I shouldn't be here