Use - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I-I-I-I got hundred on the highway, I'm a bad boy

You too caught up in your life, you a sad boy

Bad bitch on my line, I think that she a joy tie

Nothing 'bout the map like SSB when I main Roy

Two twin Glocks, twin 'em

Pull up on his block and get rid of them, yeah

We got hella mops, clean it up

Brodie hittin' shots, keep it tucked

Yeah, fuck that bitch, I'm a racer

Dash around your motherfuckin' city like I'm Tracer

Bang, bang, I came in the room with a laser

Hit him in the face, now his body turn to vapors

Yeah, fuck that bitch, I'm a racer

Dash around your motherfuckin' city like I'm Tra-a-a-a

Bang, bang, I came in the room with a laser

Hit him in the face, now his body turn to vapors

Maybe I'm too lost and confused

Maybe you are someonе I use (I use)

I use (I usе)

Someone I use (I use)

I use (I use)

Someone I-I-I, I-I-I

Someone I-I-I-I, I-I-I

It was all a dream

I had you inside my arms

If you tried to run from me

I promise you won't get far

I just wanna live the life

Party girls and foreign guys

Don't let pressure get to you

It will come break you apart