Serial Killers - Intellectual

[Chorus: OTM Luke]

Serial killers waiting for you in the alleyway (Yeah)

Serial killers waiting for you so they can spray (Yeah)

Serial killer, yeah, you know me, my lil' dude

Yeah, hit you up, no bruise

Yeah, leave you on the ground, glued

Hole in his face, he was missing, that's a cold case (Boom, boom)

Help pulled up with no sirens on, bitch, that's no case (Wee, woo, wee, woo)

Leave his mom disgraced, yeah

Son got killed in broad day

Serial killers got no morals, and they waited all day (Damn)

Yeah, they hopped out, they let it blow (Boom)

Left that lil' boy on the floor (Damn, damn, damn, damn)

Down one, more to go

All the killers left unknown

[Verse: OTM Luke]

They just wanna up the score

Lil' bro was just on his phone

He ain't even know, damn

He ain't even know, damn (Damn, Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)

He ain't even know that his life would be ended (Damn, would be ended)

Now his ass got spended

His homies left him for dead

Merch shit on him, they get bread

So the bitches give them head (Ho)

No one cares that he's dead (Damn)

Dead on arrival (Dead)

That's just so evil (Wee, woo, wee, woo)

How could you be so fucking cold? (So cold)

Oh lord, oh lord

He died in the worst fucking way like, "God, why?" (Damn, damn)

[Verse: 289shawty]

Don't call the feds, homie

Don't call the feds, homie, yeah

We dropped that boy dead, homie (Yeah, yeah)

Shot that boy dead, homie (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, he fell on his ass, homie (Yeah)

Now that boy rockin' toe tag, homie (Yeah)

This bitch was shaking her ass on me (Lil' bitch)

She said she got a mans, I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)

Got the cash on the cash, bitch, I ran it up

That nigga music ass, turn that lil' nigga off

You don't support OTM, lil' nigga, not my dawg (Ho)

Hit that bitch raw, now I'm in her jaw (Ho)

You a lil' hatin' nigga, go get a job (Go get one bitch)

You such a wack nigga, never get on my song

Bitch got me mad, why she wearing a thong?

Lil' ass nigga wan' smoke, gettin' done wrong

Got a bad ho in the back of the Audi

Lil' ho said I'm her dad, she said I'm her God

Nigga want smoke, we gon' get yo' ass dropped like a mixtape

You is irrelevant, you fell off like you was Kid Ink (Yeah, yeah)

I got them bands on me, never was kidding

Nigga want smoke, now yo' lil' ass finished (Yeah)

BBB niggas, they gettin' too talkative

I'ma find them and beat they ass when I'm just vloggin' it

Bitch, I got them bands, I'm flexing and flaunting them

289, OTM, go up on top of them (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, 289, OTM, go up on top of them (Woah, woah, yeah)

Bitch ass nigga, lil' 289, OTM go up on top of them (Yeah)

[Bridge: OTM Luke]

(Top of them)

Yeah, goin' on top of them

Goin' on top of them