#512 - Intellectual

Yeah, I could never fold, 'cause I don't fuck with them

Yeah, pull up to my show, they wanna buy tickets

Say you hate my music, but you fuck with it

I might get some Percocets, in love with them

Yeah, lean inside this cup, I'll take some drugs with it

Cannot cuff a hoe, 'cause I don't trust bitches

(Gang)

I could never fuck with a hoe

You say that you want me, but I know you really don't (Yeah, yeah)

Taking all these percs, so I die slow

Lean inside my cup, it make me float

Taking all these percs, I don't go slow

I might pull up on the eastside, with yo hoe (Yeah, yeah)

Takin' all these percs, it make me go, go, go

I ain't never gonna fuck with a hoe, no, no

I might pull up with a Glock, with a fuckin' beam

Seven bullets, I'ma send em right to your spleen

Choppa take his hair off, now he look like Mr. Clean

If I ever get some bread, split it right with my team

Yeah

Walkin' with a Glock, bitch I'm walkin' with a beam

He don't want that smoke, he know not to fuck with me

Bullets, they go fast like it's Lightning McQueen

One shot his brain, pop off, like a bean

All these bitches hoes, why they posted in my mentions?

I don't give a fuck, yo music trash, don't pay attention

Watchin' when you fall bitch we watchin' till u scream