Yeah-Yeah - Intellectual

[Intro]

(I got Hitman on the beat)

I pulled ignorant as the fuck, and then I striked 'em, yeah-yeah

Ain't let 'em know that I was coming, I surprised 'em, they scared

I brought that pressure to they person, I ain't typed 'em, eh-eh

No I ain't talking 'bout a stain, I said I wiped 'em, they dead

Niggas should know what it is with me, i'm keeping that Four-O Sig with me

Until I hit back I won't live in peace, i'm splitting them folks there wig in three

I ain't got no trust you ain't tricking me, I don't give no fuck if she digging me

I ain't got no love ain't a simp in me, I barely got lust for to hit and lеave

Bro on the PS4, while i'm turnt in thе 'yo

Got sticks in this bitch, all types of the poles

All types of the ho's, they type to my phone

Don't mean a fuck thing, I tied 'em along

No riding along, you ain't built like that

Fuck around ass jit, get killed like that

Watch your mouth, 'cause blood get spilled like that

And as quickly, you'll get peeled right back

Milk that gnat, make her give me the drop

Quickly, i'ma go kill me a opp

Wishfully, i'ma go spill me the lot

If I see 'em all there, i'ma drill me 'em all

Can't bill me i'm raw, no flodge or cap

Name a south side nigga that as hard as that

I done turned his cousins to a starter pack

Them bitch ass niggas ain't hard to wack

I pulled ignorant as the fuck, and then I striked 'em, yeah-yeah

Ain't let 'em know that I was coming, I surprised 'em, they scared

I brought that pressure to they person, I ain't typed 'em, eh-eh

No I ain't talking 'bout a stain, I said I wiped 'em, they dead

Niggas should know what it is with me, i'm keeping that Four-O Sig with me

Until I hit back I won't live in peace, i'm splitting them folks there wig in three

I ain't got no trust you ain't tricking me, I don't give no fuck if she digging me

I ain't got no love ain't a simp in me, I barely got lust for to hit and leave

I done broke that curse I ain't sad at all, I'm feeling up, with no Adderall

I ain't tooken no drugs to spazz at all, nigga fuck all that pain I stacked 'em all

Nigga fuck all the opps let's clap 'em all, I know where they at playing basketball

Nigga fuck yo' opinion I ain't trash at all, i'ma keep grinding 'till I have it all yeah

Jit trying to crash out 'hind a bitch, he ain't no gangster, he a flunky yeah-yeah

Don't tell him I fucked her again, he'll get mad and probably try and slump me, and go fed

Bro serving Vicodins and Perks, and Xans to junkies, them meds

Gorilla Glue, Gelato, Zaza made his company, them stems