Galore - Intellectual

[Intro: Scarlett]

(Ugh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Been up in the club, I'm finna pour another deuce (Deuce)

That bitch all up on me, get to hugging like a noose

That boy a pussy, clutching on his pants, but we know he won't shoot

Soon as I up it, ARP gone blow, divided him by two (Hah-hah)

Saint Laurent I get bands galore

Smith & Wes' knocking at your door

Too much drugs, I don't need no whore

Got a cup full of Wock, got a pint of four

Shawty wan' fuck, got me deep in her throat

She all up on me, she won't let me go

I'm stacking up bands, got no time for no hoe

That boy wanna be me, that boy just my clone

Ugh, I make 'em burn out

Overall I'm on top of the turnout

Fuck a lesson he ain't gonna learn how

How I got this shit going my own route

Mortal Combat I hit 'em, fatality, finish

Talking that bullshit, they don't wanna scrimmage

Rookie his rank, but he talk lieutenant

That shit don't make no sense

The math ain't adding up

You talking big suspense

Uh huh, I walk his shit back, back