Trap Jump - Intellectual

[Intro]

(8-808)

[Chorus]

Trap jump like Jordan, I mean the trap jumpin' like Ja

Recover when we done, she spend the whole day at the spa

He ain’t die yet 'cause when he die, they gon' say it’s my fault

I fuck a bitch and forget it, I iced out my wrist, yeah, I'm havin' amnesia

Nigga pillow talkin' these hoes 'cause she play Ken Carson through her speakers

Life's a game, I got cheat codes

I go Chrome Heart belt, cheetah

I put hoes in check, Nike

I give 'em three strikes, Adidas

[Verse 1]

I turned a zip to a quarter, a quarter to half, yeah, to a whole pound

You wanna get down with the gang but if you ain't got a billion then you can’t get down

I’ve just been crackin' these seals and droppin’ these ceilings, they makin' these sounds

Ain't callin' no shooter, you try and I shoot up the building, I’m lettin' off rounds

[Bridge]

Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds

Huh, huh, huh, huh

[Verse 2]

Huh, huh, the SRT came with a wide-body kit

Thick shit, that's a wide-body bitch

Slick Rick, I'm in pirate mode

I'm the one who put designs on that ho

Ed Hardy, I designed it, I'm the designer

Put that lil' ho in designer

Like Lonely, ain't havin' no stylist, you know I'm the finder

Who you love? I need a reminder

Do I love you? Kind of

I ain't fallin' in love with these hoes

Is we fuckin' or what? Let me know

I ain't callin' you over here for nothin'

I got G6 and a blunt, we can take off and get high at the same time

That's your dog? I'm shootin' the K9

That AR one-five gon' do somethin'

I'm in the field with cleats and shoulder pads, I know these niggas ain't gon' do nothin'

Know she a freak, she tatted the side of her ass, I'ma slide in it like a QB

I ain't cuttin' no ties, this shit forever, that mean you mean somethin' to me

I'm so fresh, I got on calf leather, Kadoya pants

Gloves on, sticky with me, yeah, yeah, where the fuck them bands?

Where the fuck yo' chains at? (Pussy nigga)

Where the fuck the niggas I started out with at?

Where the fuck them broke ass bitches who was talkin' shit? They in the back

Incognito, I'm ridin' in the black truck, Cadillac

And it's bulletproof, heavy shit, she think she Heaven sent

But she sent from Hell, if you wanna go, I'll take you there

I'm aimin' at your head, these niggas be shootin' in the air