Ion Need A Writer - Intellectual

[Intro]

Damn, the fuck?

I'ma start hopping on these beats

Red 40 in my cup, haha, uh, look

Ion need a writer I'm my own writer, mess with me you'll end up in my rap cypher

I'm the ghost of your empire, I can pull a bitch when I desire

I'm the most, i'm smoking on your over exposed, overdosed, ass

Next time I get dissed i'm taking em' to class, repping west coast

I'll cook anyone I want, I could leave your favorite rapper curb stomped

Take em' on a journey, we'll embark

I'll rob him, her, that bitch over there

If you rob from me, i'll bring it over there

Ain't no one wants beef with a underdog

Every time I do a somersault, I'll give em' some assault

I'm aiming at your head, I'll put all the old people, children, and women to bed

I'm walking around rappad with my infrared

Smoking so many packs, I need another cigarette

Make a mosh pit, devour me in it, like the martians

I'm, smoking and thinking, and saying what the fuck I been thinking

But this just the beginning, I'm committing like a committee

Making money, spread it on my arm long as drizzy, I ain't glazing what you be meaning

Ion need a writer i'm my own writer, fuck with me and i'll bite you like a viper

In my dodge whip, doing donuts on your clique, spin your block

Shooting at these niggas, no call of duty the way that I click

Blow the shit up, boom boom bitch

Look at my girl, she stink I told her to "put perfume you stank"

I still love her, I'm just telling her what I think

95 on a highway, cops try to pull me over, I'm driving the wrong way

Eating beef everyday, no gyro, turn yo' nigga to styro'

You got STD bitch and you have lypo, don't snitch, no calling the popo

I'll leave your head in a ditch, and the rest of your body under a bridge

His name Alejandro, no kidding, no cap, ion rock with that

If me and your boys catching you cap, we'll put caps in your back

You gonna go to the doctor, and maybe a chiropractor

He gon' make it pop, like I did a drive by in the whip

We walking around the LA strip, got a few tickets, and a new bitch

I swear to got if I make you flinch, you been through hell, I can tell

My gun gon' ring him like a bell, I'm not one of those greedy motherfuckers

I'm real, and I'm tough, and I'm a speedy motherfucker

Don't diss me just to diss me, you won't get a response cause its cheesy

Hate me or love me this rap shit getting

Easy

Damn, uh huh, this rap shit getting easy, easy for real

Huh, aye, bitch!