Get Gone - Intellectual

[Intro]

(It's fuckin' Redda, f-f-f-f-fuckin', Redda)

There's plenty hoes to spend it on

There's plenty drugs up on my phone

There's plenty opps, I get 'em gone

And I know you wanna call my phone, lil' bitch, when you alone

And I know you wanna hit the clubs when I'm in the studio

And you know I wanna hit that cup, and it got me droolin' up

Bad bitch, yeah, she 2C'd up

I'm sippin' drank, I'm Boosie'd up

When I'm sippin' on that drank in the stu', I'm booted up

She done seen us in the club, that bitch, she choosin' up

I pulled all of my bread out, man, she choosin' us

If this shit was a game, I'd be up 7-1

I got me a big Drac', not talkin' 21

[My wrist so fluid?], bitch wanna take a four

That bitch hit me up, come on

She want Chanel, I got her coco

Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm global

And that lil' boy local

And them diamonds so cold

My new name should be Frozone