Glad Wrap - Intellectual

[Intro: PM Capo]

(Ooh, Sav killed it)

What up, Ri?

Playmaker shit, nigga, you know how the fuck we comin', nigga

Ayy

I'm in the studio, I got the blick on me

Whip my bitch ass and she still ain't never switch on me

Get it? She ain't switch, but she stabbed at me

Beat her doonies, bought her some 1s, she was mad happy

Heard a bitch was burnin', come clean, I just Glad wrapped it

Fuck it, I can't help it, I'm a sick bastard

Smell the dodie comin' through the seal, I had to switch plastics

Sayin' I was gon' bust for three hours, got my bitch yakkin'

Told her bust it open, got her shit clappin'

Niggas said I couldn't find my style, but I been had it

I fuck my bitch, I ain't Kidd, just a lil' Madden

Made lil' gang hit his princess, think her name was Jasmine

Ayy, but shе don't know Aladdin

Niggas only up on March first, he a ho for taxes

Doggy playin' demon off a Pеrc', he got smoked for spazzin'

Told Rio stop actin' like a jerk, let me hold the Challenger

Somebody just got killed in my hood, I don't know what happened

Hit him in his face with the Drac', they gon' close the casket

Yeah, I know I'm a superstar, but let me hold the ratchet

Took off runnin' with the four-five, I was blowin' backwards

When y'all smokin' cigarettes, I was blowin' Backwoods

I was only fourteen pourin' fours of Actavis

I just heard a hard-ass beat, I'm finna sample it

Got three pints of sealed Wockhardt in the lower cabinet

Finna pour a four of Wock' in a twenty-ounce

I'ma stop talkin' loose when they let Woodie out

You would think it caught on fire by the way I blow the coochie out

If three rat hoes stay together, that's a dookie house

He caught a body, but he told, he a shooter mouse

Walk 'em down with the K, we don't shoot up houses

Ooh, I just found 10K tryna do my laundry

Relationship doin' real good 'cause I move on honesty

But honestly, I just bought a gun, I wanna shoot somebody

Do my dance with the PLR, I'll scoot somebody

Ridin' by myself, you always tryna scoop somebody

Caught them niggas sittin' in the car and caught two more bodies

You would think I was a cop how I one-hand the glizzy

Ghetto Boyz Entertainment, we stand on business

I'ma need three hundred for the drank, bro, my grandma trippin'

This nigga bought a weak-ass Rolex, it was channel settin'