‎oxy - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ay, we finna pop that lil' boy like a oxy

Hol' up, he oxy

You is a 6'3 lil' fat ass nigga, I know that we not doing boxing

Hopped on a trash ass beat and that he thought he did something, pussy, but no he can't top me

I'm going to the finals inside this shit and its really guaranteed like who finna' stop me

Did 'em dirty like the Heat with Lebron

Only take twos calls call 'em DK and TreyPaid, we could really get that boy gone

Why he call me trash and he know that I'm really finna do him dirty, finna' do him wrong

Pull up to his crib with a heater, we callin' him Tooka 'cause we finna' get that boy gone

Pull up to his crib with a beam and we callin' him Tooka, finna put him inside a bomb

Had to do 'еm dirty, my bars going back to back [?] just like [?] playing ping-pong

If they play my shit first, I know that he rеally not finna' play his fucking song

If my Glock fuckin' burst, then I know then its finna' be RIP Oxy for long

Aye, aye, aye

Gay nigga wanna be KanKan

He exposed you look like a fan, fan

Said he wanna hit Linux and go spend a bag but he ain't even touchin' a band man

How you gettin' money but you can't touch a rack

My pockets obese and yo pockets look flat

He thought he ran shit on the track

Lil' fat boy you needa' go and run some track