Addicted - Intellectual

[Intro]

(gyro, さよなら)

I just fucked my finger up, countin' too much paper up

You on beans? That's what's up, that shit don't do nothin' to us

We got beams on this strap, you don't gotta pray for us

And the jeans hundred plus, can't fuck with these boys, they sus

All they try to be is us, hold my Glock, bitch, we can scuffle

Diamonds fucked up, I just scuffled, this ho wanna fuck on bus

When I go out, like my team bustin', hop out the truck, ARP not tucked

ARP not tucked, but you know we fightin', bitch

You wifin' that bitch? She pull up to my crib, she bitin' dick

YSL fit, can't drop no diss, I'm on some stylist shit

Catch 'em in real life, they ain't on shit, they just be smilin' big

Mo-move around, clown, you get booted out of town

I make niggas too uncomfy, better shoot me next round

Oh, I know it's goin' down with the shit in the town

Ha, cha-ching, not now, money counter goin' wild

I just fucked up all my shoes, on the stage goin' wild

I just fucked my hoes by two, I know lil' bud is my child

Call 'em up like, "What you wanna do?"

Put your FN up, it could get wild

Big 10 mil' on my couch, I got a armory in my house

Micro Draco weigh more than your motherfuckin' house, bitch

These niggas is broke as fuck, still sleepin' on the couch, bitch

"Lil O, Lil O, Lil O," keep my name up out your mouth, bitch

You ain't wanna start then so you better not start now, bitch

Tryna get geeked up, but the plug ain't pull up yet

This my rookie season, but I'm ballin' like a fuckin' vet

Can't pull up two-seater, too much heaters for the fuckin' 'Vette

We got so much beaters, no more features, bitch, fuck what you said

Bet you want somebody end up dead, then you gon' regret

M-M5 got me twitchin' out the bed, still gon' knock a head

MP5 get let off on special occasions 'cause it's sped

Change of plot, I already got the location, bitch, you dead