Mission - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Know I'm with the Triple Beam team, bitch)

Huh, that lil' bitch, said she on drink, and she keep goin' up (Rott)

(Deedot, cut 'em up) Huh

I just took a blue pill, now I'm throwin' up

Redda, how the fuck you got big? Bitch, I'm glowin' up

Feel like Bin Laden, bitch, the way I'm blowin' up

Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm Pimp C the way I'm pourin' up

Pussy wanna tempt me, just know I'm showin' up

I put crosses on my jeans like I'm super Christian

All black my fuckin' fit like I was in a mission

They keep talkin' 'bout certain things, boy, you know who listenin'

They threw that boy under a train, ain't even know he missin'

All my guns Call of Duty, I'm talkin' 'bout every mission

Had to kill off all the zombies, what the fuck you thinkin'?

He was rockin' Abercrombie, he was rockin' Fitchy

And he waited a whole decade to wear New Religion

I heard he ran that SBA, and he ain't had no business

Now the police lookin' for you, runnin' like a pigeon

How the fuck you start the race, but you ain't fuckin' finished?

How the fuck you in a Wraith, but you ain't got no millions?

Yeah, I'm 'bout to doze off like I'm on the Xans

Yeah, you know the hoes all know that Redda the man

Fuckin' on a bad bitch, ain't use no rubber, man

Got a big stack of money, use no rubber bands

I got big stacks of money, I hit that money dance

'Bout to invest in real estate, I feel like Money Man

Why the fuck you in the house? Go get that money, man

Every time I walk by, they like, "That's the money man"

I'm goin' up, I gotta get that loot (Huh, yeah)

Growin' up I always said I had to get them blues, yeah

Said he want smoke, better move

Yeah, said he wanna blow, so we put him on the news