Tunes v2 - Intellectual

[Chorus]

(woo)

Ok (woah)

I'm rocking vans, I don't even fuckin skate (this a fruit tune production)

Bitch ass flat like a mufckin' spade (spade)

In the room with two dudes givin' face

Dick got caught in they mufuckin brace

Cover your drink cause that shit getting laced (shhh, Wok)

I'm off the wok bitch I'm up in space (space)

Bro claims he cooking, but there is no food on my plate (nah)

Fuckin' bad biddies, we filmin' a tape (tape)

Fuck with Fruit gang you get hit with this gun, you get hit with this ray (bah, brrrah)

Bust on her face, cumshot so big, it's the size of a lake (lake)

I've lost count at this point, I don't know how many songs i've made (i don't know?)

[Verse]

How can I lack? I got Fruit gang associates right by my side

Nerf gun in my pocket lil' pussy boy don't еven try (nah)

You is a opp hanging 'round my circle, I ain't gon' let that shit slidе

Nerf gun is ready to shoot, bitch you is bouta' get fried

Oh you think your the gayest, bitch you is not that guy (woo)

You ain't smokin' that pressure, you smokin' that low psi (woo)

You isn't in Fruit gang, naw you can't qualify (woo)

Huh, that bitch is ugly, Bitch I got horrified (woo, this a fruit tune production)

You ain't smokin' that loud, you smoking that quiet (shhh, gas)

Bitch so bad, she gon' suck on my privates

If she won't let me fuck then I'll throw a riot (please)

Ricks and Vans in the room, we the flyest (flyest, drip)

We speed up them hi-hats, we speed up the pace (woo, lets go)

Shout out my lawyer, I just beat the case (case)

Chop got suppressors it won't leave a trace (bahh)

Nut in her eye, said "It felt like a mace" (uhh)

"Did you start?" I feel like Lil Mace (yeah)

Ass so big I'm in love with the shapes (woo, woo)

Got that strap all on my waist

Says she gay, that's the shit that I hate (woo, no)