Buckets - Intellectual

[Intro: Summrs]

( Fifty Grand )

Man, these niggas don't even be sippin' for real man

You see me, I'm scorin' on this shit every day

Shit ain't never a joke, nope

All my niggas pour up, look

I'm still that nigga, yeah, I still be ballin', I coulda' went straight to the league

I get straight to the cheese, lil' bitch ass nigga, I ain't gettin' no beef

The way my niggas shoot that .223 could've went to the league

Pedal to the fucking metal, fuck around and die in an SRT

Take my bitch to Ruths Chris, we too lit, I'm too rich

Get ya' bitch, she choosin', I'm slidin' in her shit ( Ed—, Gianni )

My fans keep calling me an addict, well, fuck it

My friend just scored on some Tris', that's a bucket

I fuck on vibes, after vibes, after vibes

I told her, "Go be a ho, bitch, fuck it, it's yo' life"

I told her, I don't wanna fuck 'less she a dime

Foenem fuck 'em over

Why you steady playin' with yo' life?

I fuck on vibes, after vibes, after vibes

She wanna go to the kickback, I'm like, "Fine"

ARP got kickback, I'm like, "Fine"

She wanna fuck me, yeah, that's why you crying

Engine V12, yeah, that's why I'm flyin'

I'm so high the cops see it in my eyes

Car so fast they can't keep up with this ride

Take off with yo' bitch she eyein'

I can't leave without my Iron

It's me and Rino, one more time

You gon' pull up? Boy, don't try

Might have to pull up, boy, squeeze that fire

She says she like, "Why try?"

She says she want Love Pt. 5

That money been on my eyes

Yeah, I got that shit on my mind

Top Kid, no, I don't fly

Top Kid been on the rise

He outside, he die

She won't fuck me for my ice

She won't fuck me more than twice

Slide on us, you gon' roll that dice

My niggas scored Trisiana, that's fire

My bitch got ass and she fine

Haha, pourin' pints all night

Made yo' check in a day, ya' know?