Run - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Percaso]

Yeah, Wodie got a cooler, ride around with chop sticks, [?]

Only wanna spin again, but don't know how to do it (Wow)

Uh, Wodie kind of stupid, on a crazy G ride, his finger prints all through it

Running from the jakes, it’s too many toolies (too many toolies)

Throwing Z's on the southside, perc got me drooling

Why she fuck me up too much? Uh, I been getting geeked, I mix the purple with the runts

I been tryna love you, baby, but I'm busy on the run

Uh, black sticks and chop sticks, you posted with the drum

Yeah, yeah

Getting high, take flights

With my brothers, told them all ’Lets take the west coast' (West coast)

Arp'zee, 300 eat like French toast

If I ain't got my filthy stick, bro, I can't go

Huh, I ain't gotta reload, 50 drum shell catch you, you ain't seeing thosе

Pop a tesla in the rave, it's a bunch of scеne hoes

And she fell in love, the way I spread my green, bro

Man, I love a freak hoe

These bitches love some tito’s

Yeah, these bitches love some tito’s

Riding 'round with so much sticks, might catch a Rico

Yeah

Yeah, won’t catch me with no cheat hoes

I done spent a few thou' on my jeans, hoe

And I'm in yo' bitch mouth, Listereine, hoe

Huh, and I’m in her mouth like toothpaste

She a cougar but she youthful, she rocking [?]

She don't got her bills paid, this bitch tryna fuck me for the nails and her hair laid

I don't plan on going back and forth

I ain't going for no tricks, I got hoes, you ain't my last resort

Hit her from the back, send her home, that bitch on life support

I hear from the racks all on my own, I don't need your support

I hold the rock, won't pass the ball, the world all in my court

Blatt