Wockstar - Intellectual

[Intro: Ken Carson]

Yeah

I started with a pint of Wock', then I moved over to that red

My boy don't do the body shots, he shooting them shits at your head

After I spin your block I'm tearing out, after I spin your block, everybody dead

[Chorus: Ken Carson]

I ain't talking snow, I'ma slide like a sled

Say that's your ho, she was just in my bed

She wanna fuck me, but I just got the head

Got a Glock .43, I'ma point at his chest

Boy, you better not try me, boy, you better not test it

I copped a coupe, and I ain't even flex it

I fuck on your boo whenever you not present

And that ho whitе, she gave me Bеcky

Just for the night, just for a second

You'll get a bite, I'm on to the next bitch

I don't go nowhere without my ratchet

I'm robbing the bank, yeah, I'm on some fast shit

I leave that boy stank, I leave that boy dead, yeah

Bitch, I'm high as fuck, I'm pouring up red, yeah

She say she want X, yeah, she want some Teen X

Yeah, me and my bitch be popping them beans still

[Verse: Offset]

Stay flexing, I'm blessed (Woo)

Put them ice cubes on my necklace (Hey)

Geeked up, living young and we reckless (Go)

Told her, "Fuck me", I told her, "Don't text me" (Phew, phew, phew)

That's rude

It's okay, but I give you some blues (It's cool)

She give head if she look, if she choose

Hit him, no evidence, nobody knew (Shh)

Tiptoe when I move (Tiptoe)

Tiptoe, take off the red bottom shoes (Take it off)

We like to win, we don't lose, uh

Fucking on twins, I'm confused (Smash)

Who was who?

But I go up like three, two, one (Go)

After we spin, got to get new guns (Spin)

Yeah, we like to put opps in our lungs

Yeah, the truth it hurt

Pull out the gun, who shootin' it first? (Who?)

I need some water, I'm on two Percs' (Percs')

Waves, waves, we let niggas surf (Waves)

I seen the way that he sound in his verse

Gave him the flow, and the game was cursed (Hey)

Born with the drip, I ain't ever rehearse

I fuck the bitch if it's just for a purse (Smash)

And mainly, I'm getting two-fifty a verse (It's crazy)

Blood on the shirt, now you rocking his merch (Woo)

Serving the nerds

Go to the back and go get you some syrup (Syrup)

Maybach with curtains

Don't say a word

Here go them racks that you know you deserve (Here)