Alien - Intellectual

[Intro: Stumpee]

Stumpee gon pull up, pull up, pull up

[Hook: Stumpee]

I could really do a lot with this (yeah), I could really make a lot of hits (yeah)

And you know when I pull up (yeah), you know that I gotta lot of drip (yeah)

All my niggas really here again (yeah), getting high like an alien (yeah)

I could really do a lot with this (yeah), you know Stumpee make a lot of hits (yeah, yeah)

And I’m here with my boy Slippy (yeah), and you know we gonna get litty (yeah, yeah)

Pop one then I get dizzy (damn), and you know that my niggas with me (with me)

Had to go back, to my regular state (yeah, yeah, yeah), I had a lot on my plate (yeah, damn)

I had a lot to take, but this is my fate, I can’t loosе any weight (yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Slip]

I get the racks and I blow them on shoes (yo, what?)

Cause I don’t have time to go spend them on you (no, no)

I’m about to blow up, you can tell by the views (yeah, yeah)

She can see i’m a star, so there’s nothing to loose (no)

We not on the same level, don’t get it confused (no)

Get right with the water like i’m on a cruise (splash)

We like Batman and Robin, we coming in twos

Yeah, yeah, that’s true

All of this ice ‘round my neck, think I’ll freeze (yeah)

Saying I got potential, ain’t know what you mean (yeah)

Saying he got a stick, but he meant from the tree (yeah)

Baby, I am an alien, walk off the scene (what?)

My phone blowing up, I can’t answer no calls (nah)

And we still getting money, we still got no flaws (bow!)

They switch up like the season, from Summer to Fall (Summer)

Shooting like 23, cause I still gotta ball (ball, yeah)

I never did work in school, teachers was mad at me

But I know I’ll be richer than that whole academy (richer)

Oh, okay, I got it, but why is you mad at me? (yeah, yeah)

Please squash the beef or it will be a tragedy

You typing behind a screen how you feel about me, how ‘bout you chase a bag? (chase it)

Cause last time I checked, you still going broke, and I’m still flexin’ with that cash (yeah)

[Hook: Stumpee]

I could really do a lot with this (yeah), I could really make a lot of hits (yeah)

And you know when I pull up (yeah), you know that I gotta lot of drip (yeah)

All my niggas really here again (yeah), getting high like an alien (yeah)

I could really do a lot with this (yeah), you know Stumpee make a lot of hits (yeah, yeah)

And I’m here with my boy Slippy (yeah), and you know we gonna get litty (yeah, yeah)

Pop one then I get dizzy (damn), and you know that my niggas with me (with me)

Had to go back, to my regular state (yeah, yeah, yeah), I had a lot on my plate (yeah, damn)

I had a lot to take, but this is my fate, I can’t loose any weight (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: 1x_xavier]

Aye, Tip toe, we at his window, niggas be cappin’, they sayin’ they gang

We runnin’ around and we bussin’ yo brain, that nigga talked on me, my choppa bang

I’m not from this planet, I am an alien, invading your area if I feel like I’m Zimp

Niggas talk shit and we shoot in his skin, and I pull up with 30’s so run up ya money

This ain’t a game, this is not funny, I’m takin’ ya life, so give me your money

It’s a whole lotta red, we stompin’ around, I heard you was lackin’, so send us a drop

We came from the bottom, we head to the top

I swim in that pussy, I feel like The Rock

I’m king of the niggas, I feel like I’m Leon

Fuck wit that girl and she fuckin’ wit me

I’m playing these bitches, I feel like a Playboy

I’m shooting real deep, I feel like I’m Curry, you play with the gang, we empty the 30 (aye)

I pull up with chop’, so you don’t gotta worry

I run up the bands, I believe that I’m stacked, I’m dunkin’ on bitches, I feel like I’m Shaq

We run in ya house with a Glock and a Mac, and if you try to touch it, you gonna get wacked

[Verse 3: KEY!]

I ball on these niggas like 2K, or like Greek the Freak

All my songs locked up in the vault, I can’t do no leaks

If she fuck right on the first night, then she for the streets

30 pack if he run up on me, he gon be deceased

My bank account came with too many ones, bitch I’m the GOAT like my name was Lebron

These niggas trappin’, I’m passing them calm, while that bitch shoppin’ at Gucci

Walk in this bitch and she claim that she knew me, treatin’ these bitches just like they some groupies

None of these niggas my friends, I just might fly out to France

I get this bitch in my pants, probably why these jeans be saggin’

Go to the bank and I’m laughin’, young nigga gettin’ dineros

Sorry, sir, I’m not a hero, bitch I’m OJ like a villain

Showin these lil niggas just how it’s done right, I bought this gun for a reason, I won’t fight

We can send that nigga straight to the sun light

Keep that right ammo on it, and it’s a good night