Cornball - Intellectual

[Intro]

Fired, it's too many missions ain't completed

My shooters know they fired if to much missions ain't completed

My shooters know they— woo, shooters know they—

Woo, shooters know they— shooters know they—

Uh, uh

All my shooters know they fired if too much missions ain't completed (Thanks, Yakree)

We all zombie, I'm ballin' with my Z like I'm Vegeta

Ho, fuck your man, that nigga a ball of corn, that nigga cheesy

Can't be defeated, type to get your number, don't even ring it

I told that bitch I'ma have her fucked up 'bout me, she ain't believe it

I told that bitch I'ma have to cut her off if I get caught cheatin'

My blues turned to Amiris, now I'm not missin' no more seasons

Told the team, "No more new niggas, we killin' shit for treason"

On me, they all got sleepy, get 'em off that Tempur-Pedic

That RICO, beat it, niggas closed their eyes, they ain't wan' see it

Was facing thirty years, but still I did that shit too easy

I'm tired of niggas beefin' 'bout these bitches who too easy

I'm tired of niggas startin' shit, then coppin', tryna plead it

No internet, I send 'em there for real, ain't gon' tweet it

Ain't killed shit, they claimin' niggas' work, them niggas thievin'

They screamin', "What's the word?" but I say keep them niggas grievin'

My third eye come from a bird's eye so I could see it

Don't ask me why I'm cool on all them bitches, I got reasons

I'm turnt up at my freest, keep wishin' that you could see this

New year come, new diseases, if you broke, you need to get treated

They know that we get active on they side for any reason

They know that we get active over there for anything

My stones too legit, it feel like walkin' in the rain

Put diamonds on that bitch and then I drove that bitch insane, uh

30, up your Glock and it's gon' show you how to hang, uh

Can't be countin' favors, that's gon' show you not to gain

All my shooters know they fired if too much missions ain't completed (Completed)

We all zombie, I'm ballin' with my Z like I'm Vegeta (Yao Ming)

Ho, fuck your man, that nigga a ball of corn, that nigga cheesy (Fuck that nigga)

Can't be defeated, type to get your number, don't even ring it (Nah)

I told that bitch I'ma have her fucked up 'bout me, she ain't believe it (Told that bitch)

I told that bitch I'ma have to cut her off if I get caught cheatin'

On my own island in my city, can't none of these niggas just be me

Got codeine stuffed all up in a bottle like a genie, huh

Model bitch gon' eat me, if I whip out, she'll eat it

He wanna go to trial right now, hit the motion and it's speedy