drank - Intellectual

[Chorus: heygwuapo]

Bossed up I had to clutch my fucking Glock first

This bitch too much of a issue so I dropped her

Remember I had pistol heat inside my locker

I sip so much god damn drank I need a doctor

Is it tris? Or wock?

Go ahead let me know right now

Holding stick till the sun goes down

And ya clique on the run right now

And ya bitch tryna fuck right now

Ye-Yeah, pull my gun right out

Had to clutch my ARP

Put a bullet through ya lung right now

In the stu going dumb right now

Oh I was in the v8 just hopped right out

I'm a young nigga straight from the south

I could tell niggas just what I'm about

I can tell niggas not what they seem but they do grimy shit for clout

I just spent 500 on these jeans I put my money where my mouth at

I count up in large amounts yeah

I fell up on my face, came up off the ground yeah

Pussy talking shit air him with 100 rounds yеah

My gang pushing bricks, we just moved 100 pounds yeah

(Yеah)

What's in my lungs? That's that ganja

These rappers is my kids I ain't finna adopt em

You don't got money for the verse that's not my problem

It's way easier for my mental to just block em

Ok lets go, tryna hit a stain I'm with it

Pussy boy talk we shoot at his fitted

Feel like Kay Flock if you see me in real life boy you better not run, don't trip

Bitch suck me up I do not kiss

I feel like a rockstar I shoulda joined KISS

Got a G19 on my mufuckin hip

Like a zaza blunt it come through hitting

Bossed up I had to clutch my fucking Glock first

This bitch too much of a issue so I dropped her

Remember I had pistol heat inside my locker

I sip so much god damn drank I need a doctor

Is it tris?

Or wock?

Go ahead let me know right now