Fun - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, damn (Pussy ass niggas)

Yeah, damn

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, go

Glock 40 gon' have that boy jerkin'

I'm in the studio, late night, workin'

Switch on the Glock, now that bitch twerkin'

He on the app all day then workin', damn

Don't let these looks fool you, I will rob you

I'm with gang, lil' bitch, we sticked up, we gon' ride through

Don't cross that line with me, you could get fried, dude

I'm off a Percocet, lil' bitch, I'm fuckin' fried dude

She say, "Mar, baby, you such a fuckin' fly dude"

I just wan' fuck, I don't wan' cuff, that bitch is dry dude

I'm in a top-floor penthouse with a lil' sky view

Oh, you wan' gеt up with me lil' bro? Ight' dude

Bitch-bitch, I got them sticks, man, I can't fight you

Jugg, ha, j-jugg him for his shit, is you alright dudе?

Yeah, bitch I'm fuckin' yo' ho, that's yo' wife dude

Yeah, bro we got them sticks, we got them pipes fool

Don't want that ho, she is a dub

I need my bread, I need my funds

Neckin' me good, she give me that tongue

Blew me a bag, I do it for fun

Most of these niggas, they be my sons

Niggas so ass, niggas so buns

I make racks, I make tons

Yeah, ha, ha

I hit a jugg online

Poppin' yo ho, she start cryin'

I'm on that gas, high

We in a spaceship, flyin'

B-bad ho, she is a dime

She suckin' good, she see the (N)ine

I get that money, I like the wine

Sippin' on red, this is not wine

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Go, go, go, go

(Goooo)