OUT COLD! - Intellectual

[Intro]

Whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah

Whoa, whoa, yeah, bitch

Uh, whoa, uh, woah, yeah, yeah

Whoa, uh, whoa, uh, whoa (Amu' incepe!)

Heh, bitch, I'm up in my bag, uh

I be in my bag, I ain't talkin' 'bout a duffel

Up my Glock, let it pop silent like a muzzle (Pow, pow, pow)

On my grind, no stop, I'm on top, it's a hustle (Yeah, yeah)

When I say I'm flexin', talk 'bout blunts, ain't no muscle (Bitch)

Money like Dave Blunts, know the floor can't hold

Dick inside her mouth just like the game, both in a chokehold (Yeah, yeah)

Dead presidents in my family, I just love the household

Pour the codeine, couple minutes cozy, now I'm out cold (Out cold)

She gon' text me on the weekend talkin' 'bout some XO’s

Only way I'll text a bitch back is on some XO

Better than like all these niggas, bitch, this shit a tenfold

Matter of fact, I'll show it, I could rap on any tempo

Break her back inside a Bentley, now her back bent, it's a mess

Treat these bitches like Mortal Kombat 'cause I'm askin' "Who's next?"

One thing that I learned in life is that I cannot live in the past

Text a bitch, say "it's a blast"

Then I dip and get to the cash

Shout out to my nigga Raz, we'll be on TV, no Vlad

More like DJ Khaled, how these niggas know that we the best

(We the best music!)

If he a rat, we'll treat his ass like we was a cat

Instead of using claws, we'll bust a gat, he ain't escaping that