good aim - Intellectual

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Fuck the jakes, fuck the fakes

Bitch, I feel like Kobe, fade away

Bitch, I'm sick, I'm poppin' Percs to the face

Put that Glock to your face, leave you brainless

Bitch, I'm goin' M.I.A., paper planes

I'm takin' shots after shot, I got good aim

I got a shot right in his head, he in the frame

I done shot an opp in the leg he need a cane

All these pussy niggas sweet, candy cane

Nigga keep talkin', we gon' tie him up and dump him on them train tracks

Yeah, a whole lot of racks, a whole lot of gats

Yeah, my Scat got that horsepower, we can't be tamed

Remеmber back then I was in the kitchеn, had to whip the grain up

Feel like Kill Bill with this mask, bitch, this a stick up

Don't nobody want your chump change, we want them big bucks

Backwood rollin' up, we sippin' syrup, shit, I'm stuck

Don't you hear them sirens? Oh fuck

[?] to all of my old hoes just to see what's up

She like, "MAJ, goddamn nigga, you too much"

She keep on talkin' so damn loud, I'm like, "Hoe, shut the fuck up"