RUN - Intellectual

[Intro]

GloryTee

Man, what the fuck goin' on, Maajins?

[Chorus: tana]

Run, wait (Yeah)

Hold up, wait

Run, wait (Buh-buh-buh)

We killin' niggas for fun, huh

We killin' niggas, they (Brrr, wait)

We killin' niggas, they done

Walk up in Follies and spend me a ton, huh

Walk in the mall, we splugin' (Yuh)

Kill his ass 'cause he deserve it (Huh)

[Verse 1: tana]

I need my bag and I need it right now

And I need my bag 'cause it's urgent, huh

And I want your shawty, she flirtin', huh

And I'm not tryna buy you no Birkin, huh

Socially-anti as fuck, huh

Finna push off in that— (Huh)

Finna pull off in that truck

And we gon' kill her, 'cause we don't give a fuck

Fuck, I spilt the lean on my Ricks

Fuck, then I hit the mall with yo bitch

Fuck, and you know I carry that stick

And I'm not tryna dodge, tryna ball with my clique

[Interlude: tana & jonoftf]

Fuck, hol' on, again

Fuck, one more time

Hol' on, wait

Fuck, okay

Fuck it, I copped me some (N)ine

I been goin' up, now it's my time to shine

I'm dunkin' on niggas, just likе Steph in his prime

1500 the gang, that's my brothеrs, my slimes

[Verse 2: jonoftf]

I got these racks, bitch, I don't waste no more time

We gon' get that boy gone in six seconds, Vine

You niggas said that you don't like me, fine

That nigga so goofy, a clown, a mime

That nigga keep stealin' my sound, am I wrong?

Finna carry that nigga, ain't talkin' a ride

Swervin' two bands in that coupe

I'm with my dogs, just like Snoop

Bitch, we top three, but I'm not three or two

It's beef with the fake, 'cause these niggas be food

I wanted the money, I'm countin' these blues

These 7.62's gonna check with your crew

Rick Owens, not Martins', not talkin' bout boots

Finna make this shit jump like a lil’ kangaroo (Man, what the fuck-)

[Verse 3: Slump6s]

Ha, bitch a big baller, don't know how to hoop

Why do you got a gun, you don't know how to shoot

And my whip All-American, hop out the coupe

Got a Glock on my side, but a fuck nigga— (Huh)

Not in the Klan, but I slide with a hood

Know he tryna be me, man, he wish that he could

He tryna run up on me, but he couldn't

Call me Lumberjack, 'cause I wish that he would

Hood down, she givin' top in the Wraith

But I bet now, I put a gun in his face

Whip the pen down, I make a hit every space

And he said that his shawty get wet like a pool

She in the crib, then she neck us too

And I got a big choppa, like a damn harpoon

He is a bot, like a damn R2

And your bitch in my phone, couldn't wait on you