captainunderpants - Intellectual

[Intro:]

(Uh, uh, uh-huh)

(Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

(Damn) it’s like one

But I’m outside running ‘round with a gun

Thought it was over this trip ain’t done

Rayman chop’, shit shoot lum’s (bow, bow, bow)

She on my body while I’m in her guts

Gas so loud can’t feel my lungs

Bitch I ain’t tweaking but I’m feeling numb

Stalk my page you is broke and a goddamn bum (lil’ bitch)

Chain so bright that it look like the goddamn sun

Skipped school, but it’s cool, ‘cause a nigga be running up racks and I ain’t even dumb

Started off only rapping now I’m nice with the lyrics and nice with the drums

And bro-bro a gang member cause he nice with the shooting’s and nice with drugs

Timb’s on get to squashing you bugs

Black forces my feet and a nigga can dunk

.45, FN, pop up the trunk

Snap all in the morn’ in the day I’ll be slumped

Captain save a ho you nigga’s is Krupp

Wait, that’s underpants

Get the bread and I’m hitting my dancе

Off the wall I ain’t kicking in vans

Off the lot I might slide in a ‘burban

Bitch how you gangstеr, you live in suburban (what)

Ain’t no normal duwie this a turban

New v is Swedish and run off a turbine (it’s a egg)

Like Giane my wrist gets to surfing

Bro in the south said he fell in love serving

Cut off y’all nigga’s y’all ‘lated to serpents

I’m that top boy that shoot like the Turks (boom)

You ain’t like that so please watch your verbs

You ain’t gangster so please watch your words

And this button might make you convert

Ain’t talking ‘bout gay but it’ll send you to church (god)

Or maybe to church in a hearse

Snap on a track I don’t need to rehearse

Fuck the chorus this one long verse

Said that’s your wifey but that bitch a bird (that bitch a treesha)

Brrr (thottie), brrr (what, what), brrr (thottie)

(Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh-huh)

(Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

(it’s like one, but I’m outside running ‘round with a gun)

(but I’m outside running ‘round with a gun)