dropdown - Intellectual

[Intro: ronehl]

I just hit the club like I just I hit the Lotto

Go bottle, used to be with Scotto

Parlay rescue lane truck, used to be in Scot, ho (Scot, ho)

Be drippin' on these hoes, now I'm off a motto

I just hit the club like I just I hit the Lotto

Go bottle, used to be with Scotto

Parlay rescue lane truck, used to be in Scot, ho (Scot, ho)

Be drippin' on these hoes, now I'm off a motto

Yeah, okay

Y'all niggas know what it is, Ro

Uh, c'mon, c'mon

Fuck it, c'mon

[Chorus: ronehl]

Look, yeah, bad ass hoe wanna hop in the bed, no, I told her to hop out (Told her to hop out)

Was just me and my gang in back, tryna hop in the picture, so yo' ass gettin' cropped out (Cropped out)

I don't care where we at, we gon' rock out

Made a hoe fall in love when I pop out (Yeah)

Young nigga said that he wanna fight, fuck that, give him a knockout (You know who it is)

On the radio, we pass the opps out

Who's that? nigga, that's me gettin' socks out

I got this money on lockdown, he want smoke, wipe his ass with the socks out (Yeah, yeah)

Rock down with the drac' and the top down

Nineteen shots in the Glock, make him lockdown (Uh, huh)

Lookin' like I'm a real surgeon, I'm rockin' the ski and the chain when I drop down (Uh, yeah)

[Verse: ronehl]

Like, fuck it, y'all niggas thinkin' I'm talkin' 'bout nothin'

My big bro told me to walk outside with the Glock in your pants

Watch out, clutchin', better be smart, no touchin'

I call my Glock J Sims, the way it can hop out, bustin'

I put a fuck nigga down on the ground, have him wavin' his hand in the air like a Russian, bitch

Bad bitch blushin', told her I'm just into fuckin', lil baby, I'm not into cuffin'

Talk this shit on the mic, but I know got God on my back, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Too little to fight, I ain't scuffin', tryna keep up this shit, would get hot like a muffin

Have a hoe fix the dick like she Doc McStuffins

Bullets come in deluxe, that hoe really mad trustin'

Why these young niggas all on my privates? Be sayin' I ain't makin' money, I never been broke

Bitch, on my mama, you know I'm a maker, I'm stackin' this cash. you lookin' for hope (C'mon)

We two different people, I'm up on the slope, I'm a goofy ass nigga, but this not the joke

Lil Ro' hop on the mic, now he look like the goat, better sit yo' ass back, take a note, nigga

Speakin' of notes, back in the classroom, I never listened to lessons

Count up my money, only time I use Algebra, that be my biggest ascension

Yo' ass failed at rappin', go ahead and find you a 9 to 5, get a correction

Thirty five bands in the bank, I just look up at the Lord, I'm like damn it's a blessing

They like, ooh, God damn, ooh, God damn, is that Ro'? Girl, that's my man

I'm 'boutta holla at 'em, don't holla at me, bitch, I'm out here stackin' these bands

That's all I do, these niggas claimin' they hatin' on me, turn his ass to a fan (Yeah)

Lil Jay a lil fat in the back, you can't even run up, ball out with the clan, bitch