iluvit˂3 - Intellectual

[Intro]

Oh, oh

Yeah, yeah

Walked in the party, ain't wearing a vest (Vest)

Keep that Glock on my waist, these niggas they know I'm the best

Talkin' that shit you get wrecked, keep talkin' shit we'll leave a mess (Brrrt)

.40 hit him in his chest, now he talk with a lisp

My niggas be gutta, my niggas on go and my niggas on edge (Huh)

My niggas on go and we keepin' them straps like the walking dead

I'ma pull up with that scope, ain't playin'

Pull up on your block eight deep in a van

Ain't gotta check in with shit before I land

Poppin' these Percs, makin' my heart goin' overwork, overwork, overwork, overwork

Sippin' that mud all the time makin' my tummy hurt, tummy hurt, tummy hurt, tummy hurt

You see a smile then you look my in my eyes

You see a smile, but I'm dyin' inside

Watchin' tears fallin' on my Harriet Tubman's

I gotta love it, I gotta love it

You gotta love it, you know I love it

I gotta love it, you know I love it

You know I love it, you know I love it, yaeh, yeah

She know I love the way that she suck it

Close your eyes, bae, I'm bout to start cumin'

Pulled up eighteen deep in the function

Gotta keep a .40 if a nigga try somethin', yeah

Gotta keep a .40 if a nigga try somethin'