Wrong With You - Intellectual

[Chorus: OTM Luke]

Everyday, on go (Go)

Ridin' with my .40

My bro doing codeine

Every single day, yeah

He seem more delayed, yeah

Told bro, "don't keep doing that

It gon' give you an nonending nap" (You gon' die)

Bro, we here for you (Here for you, bro)

Like, look around the room

Yeah, you got all yo' dudes (We here bro)

Brodie, we all with you

Bitch, stop taking that

What the fuck is wrong with you? (Fuck is wrong with you?)

You gon' get a heart attack

Then we won't be here for you (Stupid bitch)

Everyday, I pray

Everyday is turning greyer

Everyday, thе grey slowly becomes thе new layer

Everyday, my brodie face, becomes more paler

You could've done that later

Drugs eating you like alligators (Like alligators)

[Verse: OTM Luke]

MAC-10, shot at them way back then (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Popped a opp, like a Xanny (Pop, pop)

Opps some bitches, like some trannies (Lil' bitch)

Acting like a friend of me (We are not friends)

Why you stay between the beef? (Scary)

Acting like you scared of me (Scary ass)

'Cause you bitches scared of me

You don't want no problem with me

Turn you to a Javi (Javi pack)

Turn you to a zombie (Zombie)

Rob yo' ass, take all your money

Comes to money, shit ain't funny (Nothing funny)

Split yo' brain like you a dummy (Split, splat)

Leave yo' ass lookin' all funky

They found 40 shells on the ground at the scene (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Goddamn (Goddamn)

[Verse: 289shawty]

Why theese niggas act so tough? (Yeah, yeah)

Nigga, why theese niggas act so tough on keyboards? (Yeah, yeah)

I had enough

Y'all niggas rep that W.D

Y'all niggas them WI-FI disciples

Know damn well, if I ever see y'all niggas in real life (Bitch)

All my niggas, they finna go psycho (Blo, blo)

Bitch ass niggas always act like some hoes

Act like some hoes the way they trifflin' (Yeah)

Yeah, nigga gotta bands and I'm finna splurge (Yeah)

Cop the chain

I'm finna rock that ho (Yeah)

Nigga, like everything I do goated

I'm finna look in the mirror like, bravo

Lil' hatin ass nigga, it's bands to get

Lil' nigga, get the bands

Lil' nigga, go grab those

My niggas dont fold (Fold)

Never ever gon fold (Fold)

Bad lil' brand new hoe (Hoe)

This bitch came from Vogue (From Vogue)

Ain't no effort in flows, I don't even try but hard it goes

Niggas always want smoke, they gon' choke

This my wave, said that before

Bad lil' hoe, she love lil' 289

She finna drop it low

Broadcasting how tough you is

We know you weak on the low

Nigga, how can demons play with me if 289, that boy a demon, nigga?

Ho in love with my semen, nigga

Nigga want smoke, serve them, they fiendin', nigga

[Verse 2: OTM Luke]

Fiending ass bitches, they be hating on the low (Hatin' bitch)

How can I fear demons when all my homies those?

'Cause all of us, we tote them poles

Told VJ to drop the fours

You know how that goes

You know how that go