cellular - Intellectual

[Intro]

My opp ain't survive [?]

A-angels

(Yeah, ah yeah-yeah, yeah)

(Ah, ah)

Tryna hit up my cellular when she know that I'm not available

Say you gon' hold it down, but I know that you goin' federal

(Yeah) Hey, you wanna smoke with my dog? We doin' him terrible

They-they-they know you couldn't do it like us, we just not comparable

Yeah, [?] about this shit

Got me preachin' about what you practicin'

Got me [?] as hell, we don't allow that shit

Y'all some bum ass niggas, won't amount to shit, yeah

Got that blick, boy, you prolly worth it

Soon as we in yo crib, we airin' out that bitch

Ain't a [dollar?] at yo function so we out that bitch

I got guns to waste, but I can't waste it on you

Wasted all my time racin' in my mind, picture 'round that [?]

Wasted all my blunts, then I get too high, he can't take [?]

He's sad he's fallin' off, so he faked his streams, lied to you, it seems

Y'all niggas some bums, that could never be me