RED CARD - Intellectual

[Chorus]

That bitch was playing with my heart, so I had to give her a red card

They started fuckin' with my art, so now i feel like I'ma go far

My ex played my heart, so now I'm poppin' all these blue bars

Ya my ex broke my heart, so now I'm pullin' up in all these new cars

Riding my whip, new Porche, in a race car

Got a foreign body, hit snipes, I don't play sports

Runnin' fast cash, cash advance, I'm a track star

Mix a lil' wockhardt, driving fast like nascars

I been runnin' to money like it's a race

Runnin' to the hunnids till I'm blue in the face

All I wanna see is big blue faces

All I wanna be is rich but not famous

Counting foreign cash, smokin' gas in the basement

Getting cash fast, spend it right aftеr I make it

Smoking good gas laced with hash and I based it

Pouring up fast, sippin' slow so I can tastе it

I always feel bad but I know that I'ma make it

Always come in last movin' slow because I'm faded

But I know I'll come in first, fly as a bird (brrrrrrrr)

Mixin' all this tris up just to quench my thirst

I'm so high off benzos and smokin' on terps

I can't stop mixin' up the Sprite with the purp

Can't stop rollin' purp to forget about her

To forget about