Bitch I’m Up - Intellectual

[Intro]

Can't even sleep, bitch I'm up, bitch I'm geeked

Can't even sleep, bitch I'm up, bitch I'm geeked

When I'm in yo' city please direct me to the freaks

When I'm off that Henny, it be gettin' hard to skeet

When I'm booted up I transform into a beast

Untamed, off the leash, still runnin' with the heat

My glizzy, my G always on the side of me

I'ma kick the door, I don't need no fuckin' key

Just fucked yo' bitch, she get this dick once a week

Trappin', I'm law breakin', car jackin'

Should be in the booth rappin' but I'm out snappin'

Make it happen, don't complain, ain't with that naggin'

Got the Beamer, but I really want that Aston

When I pull up don't hesitate, hoes jump they ass in

Eat the lap up while I dip and shift through traffic

Deep throat, dick disappear, I call it magic

Losin' control of the Beamer, I almost crashed it

Had to park it to the side, seat in recline

Assume the position, get on top, bae start to ride

Actin' like you don't wanna, well that's a crime

To the side, out my ride, walk, you waste time

Hit the club duffled up then catch a rise

Security outta line, think I'm waitin' in line

I'm comin' straight in, fuck a fee, won't pay a dime

Matter fact, I got hundred to bring my .9

Out my body on c-class, this not molly

Oh you ain't in session yet? You got a tardy

This shit got me jumpin' off the walls like Jeff Hardy

Puttin' on for the city, stackin' up the fetti

Project nigga, wrist icey, lilly dilly

Need a milly, apply pressure, make em feel me

Illuminati, nah that's God in my body

Still keep the shotty and shooter posted 'round me