deadman - Intellectual

[Chorus: seph]

Talk on me, you're a deadman walking

He a bitch, put his name on a coffin

.223’s going straight through his noggin

Headshot, you must think that I lost it

I could cash out, I don't care what the cost is

Bloodshot red, watch it drip like a faucet

They be talking, they got nothing in their pockets

[Verse 1: Ohfive]

You a nuisance, you a fucking target for me

Take you for a round trip, you gon' see what I see

Put you in a fucking hearse, I don’t wanna see you breathe

'Round here we don't play, you get smoked like a meat

We gon' pull up, put you in the ground

You talk a whole lot, we don't hear a sound

We gon' put you down, we be smoking pounds

No, we not underground, yeah, you know wе in the clouds

[Verse 2: k4rson]

Out of pocket, bitch, you need to stop it

I don't know, why am I so fucking toxic?

That's a lot of blood, pussy, why you getting nausеous?

Pull up in the Coupe and you know you’re out of options

You’re all out of options, best proceed with caution

Posted up with Seph, bitch, you know we're never stopping

You know that I’m hungry for it, you know that I want it

Seph gon' make a call out and you know I'm fucking on it

[Verse 3: XAYNA]

At the top, it's my pocket they watching

Feel like Fetty, switched from Trueys to some Robins

Tried to rob it

’Cause it's flawless

5.7 up to his dome and double profits

34, fast, think I'm 'bout to break the dash

Never worried 'bout shit, been the greatest in the class

Talk tough, you trash, they ain't fucking with your tracks

Got straps, door dash

Fire 8 shots fast

[Verse 4: jayya]

Double headshot, we ain't aiming for your chest

Killing spree, 2 Macs and a Tec

Bad bitch, but I only want the neck

Get to shooting shit, I'm posted up with Seph now

Put his body in the ground, we don't mess around

I'm not fucking with nobody 'cause they're Feds now

When we shooting, we ain't aiming for the legs now

You a lil' dog, I'm a hellhound

[Verse 5: Goony]

I can't trust her, she be fucking with my opps

I don't love her, leave her in the fucking dust

Gas on me, roll it up

I do not give a fuck

I get right to the bucks

We gon' fucking run it up

And we fucking on his bitch

And the money coming quick

Yeah, we 'bout to hit a lick

Why your music sound like shit?

I'm with Seph and we getting to the guap, yeah

I just want the racks, I can't worry 'bout a thot