Karma - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Tr-Tra-Trap Money Biggie)

[Chorus]

Catch his ass in the alley, I'ma do him like Ricky

He don't even got a gun, why the fuck he tryna diss me

Tryna go up they hood and I'm bangin' that 50

Got this bitch on my phone, why the fuck she tryna kiss me

It's a G-22 and this bitch got a krissy

What the fuck in my dip, I'm just walkin' with 60

Hit his ass with that shit, got his ass looking pissy

Bitch, must think that I'm dumb, why the fuck she tryna trick me

Hit his ass with that drac and his lil ass shrunk

I'ma tie your ass up, nigga get in that trunk

Got this Glock in my dip what you think we gon' bump

Hit your ass with that drac, this shit took off a chunk

Tried to jump in my water, his little ass sunk

I ain't duckin' no action, I'm geekin' for bump

If I catch Tall Blatt, I'ma do him like Trump

I ain't shootin' from far, I'ma go for a dunk

[Verse]

He ain't never bagshit, man that nigga a bitch

I'm tryna see where he at, he be cappin' like shit

It's a G30S I just slapped on a switch

Tryna throw me a bitch then I'm crackin' that bitch

That tall ass nigga, he really a bitch

Tryna catch Tall Blatt, know his ass gettin' drenched

He be capp on the net he ain't bangin' for shit

Gave his lil ass my Lo he ain't come and do shit

Tryna go thru they rip and that shit gettin flipped

Bout to go up the L and I'm bangin' that shit

What the fuck in my dip, that's a 10 milly clip

It's just me and B3, we be stoppin' them whips

Don't hold up your wrist, I'll take it

That fake-ass watch, I ain't even gon' take it

I ain't even gon take it I'll fuck around break it

They see me getting money, that's the reason they hatin

Tryna catch Lil' Drew, why the fuck he not out

Nigga, give me your lo, I'll come to your house

He tryna send me some G and that shit was a ounce

Tall Blatt cap rappin ain't makin' it out

I really get busy with switchy

Unknown ass nigga on dick, tryna diss me

Tryna go thru they way and I'm bangin that 60

Go one car deep, this shit gettin' risky

Tryna catch Baby Act, where the fuck is he at

Put a bitch on his line he a fein for that cat

In the ride with M5ive and I'm waving my blatt

Don't hold up your wrist we ain't lookin' for that

I don't even gotta see em cause I know where they at

I might go down to West and just fuck up the rec

Me and Devin ain't right, we tryna put shit to rest

Come through on they block, bet a nigga get checked

(Man Im bout to come back in fuck it)

Ridin round with that shit, tryna catch me a vic

First nigga I see, he get hit with that shit

What the fuck in my dip, that's a Glock with a switch

If your chain lookin sweet, then I'm snatchin' that bitch