So fun - Intellectual

[Chorus]

(Write me)

Tell her, "you can't write me"

I don't need no more love

Some niggas wan' fight me

They gon meet my whole gun

Cooling with your wifey

Bitches don't get no trust

I know they don't like me

We gon' shed some more blood

Bitch ain't no more writing

I go in and go blood (bitch)

From a broken home, I need more drugs

If you want some smoke, gon' need more lungs

Transparency off, don't hear no one

Weekend with your ho, it was so fun

[Verse]

It was so fun

I'm finna roll this dope up

That bitch think we broke up

Bitch we wasn’t nun

You just my lil' ho, uh

Guns up in the trunk

Guns up in the sofa

You run up you done

You run up you so fucked

Bro don't got the gun?

Bitch you gon' get poked up

I was having fun, bitch, until I woke up (fuck)

Bitch, until I woke up

Worried 'bout cash, not ass, 'cause guap I need, need

I know these niggas be ass, they worried bout me, me

Toting on Michael Jack, that chop go, "yee hee"

Niggas be going out sad that's why they bleed, bleed

Bitch I be talking them facts, they cap bout me, me

All of this gas, lil' bitch, I can't breathe