Stuffin’ - Intellectual

[Intro: Xhulooo]

Yeah, uh (Yeah)

Yeah, uh (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, uh (Yeah)

Yeah, uh

Stuffing grams in the blunt

Stuffing grams

I think I’m a man just when they down

It get loud, I got rounds

She get wet to my sound

P-O-P, hold it down

Start a mosh in the crowd

Came with gang, look around

Know my name, scream it loud

I’m so high, I’m in the Twilight Zone right now

Head up in the sky (Grah)

I walk around with my fye (Yeah)

Step in the party, I’m fly

He wanna try but he not that guy

AMG coupe, finna speed right by (Skrt)

We know you capping, you telling a lie (Woah)

Choppa’ hit him in his eye

That boy a opp, tryna play on both sides

Stuffing grams in the blunt

(Stuffing) Stuffing grams in the blunt

(Stuffing) Stuff a gram in this J

I just rolled me a spliff for the Runtz

I bet that choppa gone eat him for lunch (Bah)

I put the beam on his head, make him jump (Brrr)

We not playing no games (No)

We not playing no (Yeah)

We not playing no games (No)

We not playing no games

He tryna game then we blowing his brain

I’ma get fly, yeah, just like a plane

Outside cooling and I’m with the gang

Hit him with Curry, that .30 got range