Do Em Wrong - Intellectual

[Intro: Foolio]

Haha

(Damn, Nick)

[Verse 1: Foolio]

Caught an opp in the party and shot up the club

The last nigga got stepped on like a dirty rug

Get your ass shot all in your mug tryna look tough

He bench two-fifty, don't get shot tryna look buff

Posted on the opp's block, hangin' like giraffe nuts

Tryna swing on me, weave, weave, then the uppercut

Caught that boy lackin' with his homies, had to shoot it up

Bro just threw some Percocets at me, fuck it, boot me up

Thick bitch toot it up, you petite, you the one

I just got a stolen car, another drop, a new gun

I just made the opps run, your dog died, spin somethin'

You think you the shit, huh? But you a famous snitch, huh? (Snitch-ass nigga, Holy)

[Chorus: Kaboom Holy]

I got that shit that get you upset (I do)

Chopper spit fire, it's volcanic when we up that (Yeah, yeah, it is)

Baby, you can look at these V's, but don't touch that (Nah)

Nigga on the ground coppin' pleas, you know what's next (Skrrt)

Gotta do him wrong

Pussy nigga tried, now I gotta get him gone

I like both bitches, so they gotta get along (Holy)

My nigga got the lick, now I got him on the phone (Bread)

On the way to do him wrong (Gra-da-da)

[Verse 2: Money Man Loot]

VVS in everything, baby, these ain't baguettes

Bitch, I don't want a gentle slurp, I want rough neck

Everybody with me got sticks like a drumset

If you swing on Foolio, you gon' get your shirt wet

We up next

Keep the glizzy in my hand, pussy, I won't tuck shit

Confiscate a nigga Glock 'cause he ain't gon' bust shit

Your bitch put them pretty lips on me, I might cum quick

I can't take my opp serious 'cause he got on Trukfit

I got the switch like I got it off the tree, get a spanking

What the fuck you thinkin'? Leave a pig in a blanket

We gon' leave him stankin'

Slap the shit out the promoter, we think he janky