Killa - Intellectual

All them boys they split when I pull up to the function

Bullet hole

Turn them into nothing

Don't wear them white tees

I’ll turn them red uh huh

All them boys they think I'm soft I'm cold like a Russian

Homie said he’d swipe my girl

But if he touched her I'd leave him battered up

Battered up

Battered up uh

Who's that on the ground?

I take my fifty blow him sky high

If you wanna touch my family

Bitch you can fucking die

Call it execution if you want

You couldn't live if you tried

Bullet hole

Bullet

Nobody survives

You say that yo girl is loyal

Then why she coming after me?

You should talk about that message

That that girl has sent to me

Three months after you broke up

She still don't know who she supposed to see

Wonder why that is?

I'm sick of it it's getting old to me

I got way too much

RED in my eyes

She can't live without me

But I already told her twice

I can’t have no demons in my mind

So I told her imma leave

Wave my hand bye bye

She call me a killa homicide

Bullet hole

Bullets don’t lie

All them boys they split when I pull up to the function

Bullet hole

Turn them into nothing

Don't wear them white tees

I’ll turn them red uh huh

All them boys they think I'm soft I'm cold like a Russian

Pull up wit a Tech

You better pull up wit a vest

Think you gonna send me

Till I rip open yo chest

Put you in cardiac arrest

Hope your heart is still yo friend

I'm sending you to hell

They ain’t letting you in heaven

I think I need a home

The bullets know

I don't need no bullets no

I'm just starving for some blood

You better run cause I'm gon leave you broke

Switchblade I'm gon leave you bled up

Don't feel safe cause I'm gon choke yo neck up

Real pain gonna leave you breathless

Real chain better get yo bread up

If you come for me you best accept the thought of suicide

You think you're a man because you got the money what a lie

What a lie

I said what a lie

All them boys they split when I pull up to the function

Bullet hole

Turn them into nothing

Don't wear them white tees

I'll turn them red uh huh

All them boys they think I'm soft I'm cold like a Russian

All them boys they split when I pull up to the function

Bullet hole

Turn them into nothing

Don't wear them white tees

I'll turn them red uh huh

All them boys they think I'm soft I'm cold like a Russian