Quick Draw* - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Imma blow it (Blow it) (K—Kozine)

Here my IG, not my number, you annoyin' (noyin')

She all for it, know my bread historic (Bread)

Whip the sled, I floor it (Slatt)

And my money whorin' (Whore, whore, whore)

Know my pay been pourin'

Do this shit too quirky (Quirky)

Eat me like beef jerky

Poppin' pills, sumn' like– (Ok)

I say that real shit, no forges

Flight Gang, hard tourin'

[?]

Twin a real shooter, he ain' gotta call for it (Grrr, grrrr~)

[?], you see how I ball

Spent the whole 10 at the mall (Wha)

Ride 'round wit' that 50-round drum (Ride 'round, ride 'round)

[?], fuck the law (Skrrtt~)

Who got the faster quick draw?

[Verse]

I'm movin' lil' fast, still lift off (Yeah)

I move with the bag, yeah, I tricked y'all (Yuh)

Pull up in the Jag', it's a pitstop (Skrt)

I'm rockin' Supreme and the Rick drawls

Lil' twin popped a twin, got them withdrawals

I turn my phone off, ain't no messages

I'm too fuckin' lazy to text the bitch (Yaow)

I'm missin' the mud, the medicines (Yeah)

I need my lil' bucks accredited

She wanna fuck? Okay, I'm lettin' it

Like what? She got them fetishes (Yeah)

Her butt, you know I'm pettin' it

Fuck a Hellcat, this a Hellcat Pro

You said we go way back? Pussy, ion' even know

I can't do chitty-chat, I need my pockets full of that dough (Huh, okay)

The gang say, "Elevate" (Bitch)

The gang weigh hella pape'

I got a red face, yellow face

Go on a fed chase, fuck the case

Niggas might run up any day

They watch the kid like it's anime

Think that you him? Put him in a chain

Shots in this Gen, put it in his brain, bitch, yuh