gory - Intellectual

[Intro: Masn USA & RIVEN]

You got a chop up this MAC, I will not, beatin' his shit like a [?]

Put you on dirt, lil' nigga, I'm takin' his money, this shit get magic

Puttin' on top all these pickles

If he's talkin' money, you speakin' my language

I'ma get hot like a flame, I shoot for the stars, yeah, you know I'ma bank it

Fuck it, I'm postin' u—

Oh, oh, yeah

Yeah

[Verse 1: RIVEN]

Bitch, I pop some molly, money, yeah, it's callin'

Got some racks, I'm walkin', I'on do no talkin' (Ooh)

We can get to business, I can see your weakness (Yeah)

I flex like it's fitness, flexin' on the weekend

Yeah, my arm robotic

[?] it get bionic

I-I-I was off the molly, yеah, but no more, I just tried it, huh

Yeah, was tryna keep a piеce, but start the violence

Yeah, on molly, put it on, start the riot

Yeah, fight like a bad ho, yeah, connected all the plugs

Ice on watch, like all the cables

Been sellin' dope next, Sthepen Jacob, I got [Mary's?]

On a yacht, nigga, the captain wit' the molly, drugs on table

Watch how I'm flexin', get the tables to turn up in my favour

Yeah, [?], I'll see ya later, yeah

Came in this bitch and I'm flexin', the pictures [?] up, they were just haters

Yeah, you got a chop up this MAC, I will not, beatin' his shit, like a [?]

Put you on dirt, lil' nigga, I'm takin' his money, this shit get magic

Puttin' on top all these pickles

If he's talkin' money, you speakin' my language

I'ma get hot like a flame, I shoot for the stars, yeah, you know I'ma bank it

Fuck it, I'm pourin' some up

I feel like a Trapstar, bitch, I'm rollin' it up

Can't trust a soul, I'm keepin' it up, I got my racks, when I get up, yeah

Yo' bitch, yeah, you can have her, yeah

You don't got no story (Oh), yeah

This shit can get gory

I count up my racks, they go up like ten stories

Ooh, oh (Ah)