My Ipod - Intellectual

[Chorus: ronsocold]

Remember making plays off my iPod

Bitch we be so geeked

We don't do no damn Tide Pods

I be with my Bloods like your bitch with her tampons

Me and Mackned all these hoes think we handsome

Take your bitch we gon hold her up for ransom

Counting money and you won't get a rack

Off these drugs and you know I'm not tired

And you know [?] when I'm tryna get high

On the bus, aye

Take your iPod

Talk down on my set

We take your chin off

My pistol clip sagging like a 90s thug, aye

On the drug, aye

Pop you like some drugs, aye

How you grow up so fast and never run, aye

They just popped my little nigga

Now it's on like a button

Aye, live by the gun

Aye, mama lose her son

Aye, slugs in the witness before the judge can call him up

Aye

Chains fight around my neck like kids, aye

I'm too high like I said hello to twins, aye

She skydive when she bounce off my dick, aye

That bitch skydiving when she bounce off my dick

Mackned