Benjamin Button - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Damn it, Homi, I'm comin' up)

Fiend movin' like she dead, she done hit the tranq'

We done took this nigga and cut his hands off, heard he was cuttin' drank

This bitch hate me so much, I hit her brother with a K

Make this bitch take so many Percs, she can't even taste

If I ain't hit it with my glizzy, it was probably ate

If I ain't in the city, I did some hot shit, now I'm out the way

In the truck with six K's, they probably think we laced

Caught your brother out and smoked his ass, now he a free eighth

Put six in his back like he Dr. Dre

In my bag, wasn't even tryin', still hit him with the Drac'

I'm a killer, bettеr not push me

Hittin' every shot likе I play on rookie

Got in a chase and got caught, boy, you a rookie

Heard we goin' back to war, so I just bought some fullies

Treat him like some chicken, if that bitch ain't dead, then I'ma flip him over

If it's some chicken on your head, then I'm comin' over

Thought he was on fire, he got shot and started rollin' over

We put them boys up on fliers like club promoters

Bro, that's good promotion

I drunk the cup even though I seen somethin' floatin'

Everything I wanted, I got, it's like I fuckin' wrote it

I feel bad for niggas 'cause y'all bitches just be goin'

Man, they so fuckin' open

Roll the window down, tryna see if I can fuckin' scope 'em

I did so much shit, but y'all don't know 'cause I forgot to post it

40 in my right pocket, yours be in the holster

Your bitch come to me for dick 'cause you forgot to choke her

Come here, bitch, man, I treat her like a slut

Punch dick down her, then your pussy ass come pick her up

And don't try to press me 'bout her, 'cause I'll flick her up

Crush a nigga heart and post her on the 'Book

Hop up out the wide-body and catch his ass on foot

He let the hoes hold his blick, man, his ass a rook

Huh, I can read you niggas that's tryna, yeah

Can read you niggas that's tryna be 'round 'cause I'm turnt, man, y'all ass a book

Call the switch Benjamin Button, drop a hundred out it

Popped a nigga, he ain't die, I know Doonie got me

My young bull'll fry your brain off of half an Oxy'

Them niggas mad they keep dyin', they should've never started

I was the first nigga shootin', but my brother popped him

Me and bro north with two K's, out here Milly Rockin'

I just popped another Perc', it got my jaw lockin'

I upped the Drac', he tried to block, he died shadow boxin'