YOUTUBE - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Yeah)

(I can't get my eyes off you)

[Chorus]

Coupe got no roof (Coupe), coupe got no roof (Coupe)

Coupe got no roof-roof, with my dog like, "Woof, woof"

What up, baby? Okay, she tryna connect like she Bluetooth

Bloody bottom shoe-shoes, bloody bottom soo-woo

Please don't diss my crew too, they might have to do you

G-lock, this a .22, better call that "two-two"

Pussy boy, you tutu, control this ho like YouTube

Control this— (Pfft)

Long time comin', bag hit, thumbin'

Mag spit, dump it, that AK-47 a trumpet

Fuck up, you ain't talkin' 'bout them hundreds

First down, know my niggas gon' punt it

Gon' rush it, gon' get us a hundred, uh

[Verse]

We signin' that deal for some money, yeah

You sign that lil' shit, you a dummy

Lil' bitch, you already know how I'm comin'

Them AB niggas, you know who done it

Girls all over my body, yeah, they fuck out the cabs (Pfft)

We ridin' around, sticks in the pass' (Pfft)

Bitch, I kill 'em like Buffie the Body

Twinin' to killin', he don't know nothin' 'bout it, huh

Ooh, ooh, you don't really (Lil' bitch)

You don't really wanna tag that toe

You don't really wanna tag that toe (Toe, toe)

You don't really wanna take that role (Role)

Young nigga, know I can't go against the code

I'd give my life if it would save all the bros

Real money on go, slide, nobody knows

Whippin' Honda Accord, now I ride in the Rolls (Ride in the Rolls)

I know that dry shit got highs and lows

How does the kid just sign and ghost?

Tryna be gangster, his body went cold

I'm aimin' that sniper right side of his nose

I'm whippin' this pot, I get bread I suppose

I'll fuck up a brick, I'll fuck up the stove (Fuck up a brick, fuck)