Lil’ Bit More - Intellectual

[Chorus - FatBoxxx]

Eyes rollin', you can control it

I know you're goin', we keep on pourin' up

She said she want a lil' bit more

It's Killa, it's Killa, it's Killa and I'm winnin'

Light up trees like Christmas, shrimp [?] for dinner

I was fuckin' Molly last week, now I'm fuckin' Lindsay

You said you want a lil' more so that's what imma give ya

[?] to the bargain these four bottles of Remi

And imma drink it all until it's empty, really

Run the city no Diddy, me and Smalls no Biggie

And all the hood niggas with me and we go fast like a hemi

So lemme see you take it to the flo'

Basically if you really want a lil' mo'

Yea, it's like Lil' Jo I'm tryna hit the back do'

So stand here and make it clap hoe

I'll tell her get it right or get left hoe

She ain't heard about me, she a deaf hoe

Got that pure uncut now [?]

And everything out my mouth sick I'm on strep throat

Want some mo', baby tell me no mas

Tell her I ain't fuckin' she ain't got no ass

Her main nigga pissed he ain't got no pot

If she really with the shit baby I'm gon plot

It's Me, SB, KayEss, Fatboxx and

This money 'bout bread I'm stuntin'

Flight on deck get the next one comin'

10 [?] 'round here everything 100 huh!

California kush and I love it like good pussy

And put money over bitches 'cause bitches ain't shit to me

Got her over here shaking

She ain't doing nothin', told her strip, get naked

We don't fuck with them 'cause them niggas fugazy

Fuckin' with my team leave him splattered on the pavement

I'll be doin' this till my muthafuckin' days end

And we be goin' in from the P to the A.M

Westside native, rollin' up faded

She ain't doing nothin' if that ass ain't shakin'

Put the cup down bitch if you ain't drankin'

Give her this dick, now she passed out plankin'