Firearm - Intellectual

[Intro]

I know everything about you

Fuck you, ovanni

If you not Ball Hog, then die

Got racks on the way, yeah, I got packs on the way, yeah

I don't fuck with nobody, they say I'm a snake, yeah

But I love my Ball Hog brothers, they my fucking day ones

Remember mom was stacking them quarters up, tryna hit the payphone

Keep pouring up Tris in my double cup, like I don't wanna live long

Niggas really think I'm a lick, you better watch for this firearm

Everybody hit that ho, why you tripping? That bitch going

I've been on planes all month, I really need to go back home

Ball Hog baby for life, you should know that, it's in my bones

I'm going up, I got to watch, I know they jealous

Mama don't like who I hang out with, she think my niggas felons

I wake up, get high all day, I swear it feel like heaven

I make shit move when I walk in the room, I feel like Eleven

I hate life when I'm not with you, it feel like Armageddon (Fuck you, ovanni)

I can't crash, I can't crash, I'm at the intersection