Biohazard - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ah, yeah (Mmm, Hi)

Uh, ah, yeah (You're gonna kill me, Mr. J?)

I got pounds, sitting on pounds of that loud, watch your mouth, Glock go “blaow”

Glock go “blaow”, Glock go “bloaw”, Glock go-

Told that boy, “Watch your mouth”, said it before that that Glock go “blaow”

XX Thugs gon pull up at your house, brr, brr, wreckin’ shit like Wreck-It Ralph

I was in New York, in that Stout, if she don’t get her way, lil’ baby gon’ pout

Huh, huh, blowin’ smoke out a snout, I’m just tryna get a little head, then I’m out

I’m just tryna get a little head, then I’m gone, what’s on my sneakers?, that’s COMME des GARÇONS

Big 45, it’s just me, on my own, big 45, it’s just me, on my own

I use Jo Malone on my cologne, told you like six times, don’t call my phone

Your head is nappy, boy you need a comb, your diamonds cast-iron, I’m rockin’ stones

X-x-xD, I’m posted with racks, she got a bush, think she need a wax

Chillin’ with sanchez!, we up in the back, I spent $300 on a fitted cap (Go)

From Tallahassee, I rep DMV, hawk-down, huh, walk ‘em down on feet

Run him down, run him down, like I got cleats, put a boy on a plate then I turn the boy to meat

Hey, young Michael Myers, slide on block with a mask

Boy is you dumb, put the cash in the-, boy is you dumb?, put the cash in the bag

I’ma walk down on your block with a frag, 4500 rounds up in this mag

Young Michael Myers, I been tryna stab, do you like Ricky, get shot in your back