Dont Start - Intellectual

[Intro]

Dee B got that heat

Slime, let's go

[Chorus: Lil Hardy]

Ho, don't start your bullshit

Me and Lil Trip on some bullshit

You be on your phone too much so I'm clutchin' my tool, bitch

Your boyfriend callin' like "Ooh, shit"

You gon' make me shoot shit

You said he a lame, don't worry 'cause he not gon' do shit

She wanna go on a trip with me (Dee B got that heat)

I hop on a song, it's a masterpiece

No guap, no feat', you get it, capeesh?

We get him gone and his guts on the seat

Free all my dawgs 'til they let me unleashed

When I get rich we gon' have us a feast

Fuck all the cages, bro, I am a beast

Whippin' the stolo, it's a no lease

[Verse 1: Lil Hardy]

Can't cuff a ho, she a bust down

Fuckin' all night, bae, it's just us now

I'm at the top, I can't be touched now

I'm chasin' the sack, cancel your touchdown

You know what I wanna do when I touchdown

Done run out of love and only got lust now

Yeah, we only fuckin' but you gotta hush now

I feel like you lyin', you actin' too sus' now

Girl, you chosen, girl you the one

Hollow tip bullets, the fuck is a one?

If I give you a chance, don't cross

Damn near lost me, next time we'll be done

"Wanna fuck with you" in the back of my head, that thought would fade away to nothin'

I pour some syrup in my soda now my feelings feelin' numb

[Verse 2: Luwop]

Girl, you gon' make me show some'

Pull out the block and blow some'

I'm on the block with the chosen one

Yeah, that's Lil Hardy, my momma's son

Speak on his name, boy, you dumb or some'

I let the Drac' go dun-dun, dun-dun

Scatter the game, boy, you dub or some'

I love my money in dozens, uh

Your ho be on that bullshit

Walked in this bitch with a dual clip

I ain't gotta say none', she gon' strip

If it's Hardy and Wop then the beat got killed

Why the hell you act like you don't know this?

Boy, you don't bang that pro, bitch

Said that you over that pulpit

Then prove somethin', nigga, yeah, show it (Dee B got that heat)

I like my racks all blue

You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, won't call you

Hardy went up so I had to evolve too

And I really come straight from the bottom

If these niggas want problems, we solve 'em

Made the boy move out, you hoodlum

May go fuck up a rack at the [?]

Trip up with the fire, can't stop him

That bitch gon' pop like a condom

We just walked in this bitch with a drum

Finna blow, shootin' shit like Osama

Told that lil' bitch to follow my timeline

I cannot give you my number

My bitch, she be trippin' or some'

She just be bullshit, huh, yeah, yeah