So Much - Intellectual

[Hook: P-Dice]

Scrolling big loud, yeah, we blowing stank yo

Living big now, I do what you can’t yo

I keep loot around, yeah, you know them bankrolls

All these shooters ‘round, fuck I need a bank for?

Damn, that’s so much cash to count right now

I’m staring at your bitch like damn

That’s so much ass to bounce

They got so much shit to say

I slap that dope back on your strip

And I got so much clips to spray

Blowing up my phone, fuck you want?

Said that Dicey broke, fuck you thought?

Shooters with me cocking, blaow, I’m blowing fifties out the pound

My flow is icky, ask your child

Only deal with heavy dough, I’m holding chickens, yeah, you know

You need a wing, then, let me know

Only think of dough first, yeah, I’m gon’ slide with your ho

But, I got chips to go first

Said she heard that I’ma slay it, I get crazy when I fuck her

Bite her neck and suck her blood

What the fuck be on my mind? Damn, I don’t know man

All I know I gives ‘em fire every time

I’m trapping, I’m stacking, these niggas is napping

Count on my niggas, we making it happen

El Capatan, Dice is the captain

These niggas is hating and my niggas laughing

Getting this money, nothing between

Better than me? That’s up in your dreams

Still with them shooters that’s clutching them beams

Dirt got the loud, my cup full of lean

They think they fucking with the squad but they can’t though

Balling so hard on him, broke his ankles

They call me Rari Rock, please stay up in your lane yo

I keep a hitta, he will make a nigga clank yo

Fucking your bitch, I be wearing her out, tearing her out

Real trap niggas never hear of a drought

Blowing on this dope, I be clearing it out

Pyurhell gang, what you hearing about?

Rolling off a flat, bring the animal out, squad