Raise Hell - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Who the fuck is this dumb ass bitch tryna run her lips like she won't get hit?

Your whole shit's been a hit and miss but after this you won't get dick

All pun intended your Weasel Gang I'ma end it

Instead of chasin' Church you shoulda been in it

Nobody likes you, scissorin's what excites you

Your voice is flatter than your body from a side view

Nothin' behind you, I'll serve you like a drive-thru

And tell that dude that's always with you he's a dyke too

Time to sleep in this bed I made you

You been dead but I thought I'd raise you

Back to life, next time think twice before you lie and say somebody raped you

Shame on anyone who raised you

You ain't the queen, dumb bitch, we hate you

Fuck you and the clout you chase

Hope you like this song I made you

You never seen nobody act like me

Tell the truth and get 'em mad like me

A country girl this bad like me

Sweet as tea with an ass like me

Southern belle, I raise hell

Get it right, you gonna catch this L

Said you're a virgin, that made me sick

We all know that's 'cause you don't take dick (What up Autumn)

Feelin' like 2Pac ridin' on my enemies

You're from Carolina bitch, quit claimin' Tennessee

I'm from the home of the alligators and Everglades

We deal with drama 357 ways

You started this, but I'ma finish it