STORM - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Out my head, [?] (It's fuckin' Redda, f-f-f-f-fuckin'— Redda)

Out my head, [?]

Huh, yeah

You don't know me, homie, you a stranger

Know I'm ridin' 'round town in that, huh

Hold your bitch tight 'cause I might take her

[?] got no papers

I know Redda got racks, now the boy got famous

You want me on the track? Gotta send me that payment

Huh (Yeah), in that 'gatti, I'm ridin' 'round town with your hoe

I get home and I put your lil' bitch on the floor

Got a Drac' and I'm ridin' with 6 with my woes

How the fuck I went up? Gotta get in that mode

I got drank in my cup, got my eyes real low

No, you can't go up 'cause your time real low

I'ma smoke dead opps, I got [?]

Know lil' Redda get high 'cause my eyes real low

I made her go down, made your thot go low

And she makin' me drown, she a animal

Feel like Kodak, baby, smoke cantaloupe

Know Redda too real, huh, too real (Huh)

Play crazy, get killed, huh, get killed (Huh)

Money tall, Shaquille, huh, money tall, O'Neal, oh yeah

I'm in love with that bread, I'm in love with the bank

I'm in love with that Wocky, bitch, I love drank

Got some big ass whips, got some brand new tanks, yeah, yeah