fafafa - Intellectual

[Intro]

(I love you, I love you brokitz)

(I love you kitz), (I love kitz)

Choppa hit 'em, it go fa-fa-fa-fa

A-and when you talkin' it's like blah, blah, blah, blah

B-b-bbno$ with the la-la-la-la

A-ain't with the gang, yeah you not us

And yeah, you kicked out, tell me, what is this 'bout?

I-i-ice on me, yeah, I got my wrist out, u-up in my closet

And get the drip out, yeah I stand tall a-a-and you sit down

Looking up to me, I-I don't care 'bout what you think

I'm with my bros making money

They be like "Kitz why you stunting?" Yeah, and I don't know

Probably 'cause I be making all of this dough

And I be running to the cash, bitch I go

Talking down, we send 'em to the queen

And I'm like what the fuck you mean?

Shoutout oxxy, one, two, three, and yeah, we slide with .223's

And I'm still hot when it's two degrees

And yeah, she be begging when she on her knees bitch

I don't really need this, I-I don't really need you up in my life

And even tho we ain't in England, bitch I'll slide with a knife

I-I-I be fuckin' on ya' hoe, yeah, going all night

Oppositions out the way, yeah, yeah, they outta sight, oh my god

Choppa going fafa, smokin' on that zaza

Copy paste, copy paste, now they call me papa

Yeah, I'm with kitz, that's my motherfuckin' twizzwald

Talking on the gang, choppa hit 'em like an 8-ball

Hit him with a choppa, ridin' in a Tonka

Blood up on my shirt, looking like it is Sriracha

Gunshot, gunshot, you can hear that (Uhh)