Touch the Ceiling - Intellectual

[Verse I: GQueTv]

It’s GQue & Yatti Gang, No half step Big Daddy Kane

We all gone swing like a Batting range, all head shots I ain’t have to aim

Watch hoes flock we ajar, … Above the law like Steve Seagal

Nah this ain’t weed baby these cigars, … might catch water on either arm

Nah we don’t carry illegal arms, wear Jesus charms, Hoes keep warm |

Promise you ain’t never seen these frames, …Playboi Carti like pierre bourne

Look

We touching the ceiling, we up in the building The bitches is fucking & sucking & chilling

It’s Yatti gang GetEmGang we bout to get it

It’s G’Que & Cooly & Racks bout to kill it

Ashley, Ass cheeks, backseat, she run the ball like an athlete

Pass me, actually, half these guys couldn’t run in my track meet

Can’t fuck with the 17th letter, you hot I’ll call Cooly to get you together

I swear it’s movie ain’t talking projectors

I swear I dress neater than Bill Cosby sweaters

Baby I grew up on Knuck if Buck, …. Now I’m official and ducking you sluts

We driving cars with the Trunks in the front

Let’s go to Saks and have Louis for Lunch

We lit as candle, skip to my lou with the handles

Leaving the game in shambles these beats I walk and stand on

Bad bitch place my hands on ass so big is random

Damn son, got some many fits & throw more kicks I got more kicks than temper tantrum