GOFUNDME - Intellectual

[Chorus: Geo2Times]

I ain't with the hesitation

Find out where he stay, get 'em today

We leave 'em on the payment

Don't die with no money, that's a GoFundMe

Whole lotta donations, gettin' violated, no probation

Put the dot on 'em like a Dalmatian

This a warzone, I ain't into gamin' (This is real life)

[Verse 1: Geo2Times]

Cannot control my temper, but I don't really give a fuck about none of that shit

Get the drop on yo' ass, swiss cheese the whip

Heard you hang with a rat, kill you and the snitch

Catch you on a date, shoot you and your bitch

Don't play with me

I'm not sendin' 30 for nothin', I think that's just crazy deep

Smokin' a package, compress it, then bag it, dеfinition of trappin'

We gonna track 'em, we on his ass likе a pocket, catch 'em and empty the clip

Who in that cut? That's me in it

Get put in the dirt like seeds and shit

No, I don't want that bitch, she be hittin' me up, but I leave her on "seen" and shit

My shooter go crazy, he tuff

If he owe me bread, enough of the ransom 'til that nigga pay up

Don't slip, fuck around, get cut

Ain't no fingerprint on the blick, smooth criminals use gloves

You cannot run when the switch get clicked, in the blick of an eye, we send 'em above

Cash only on in the whip, she tryna give me some head

I got her off the Patrón, and she tryna give me some legs

When I'm in it, know I'm hittin' G-Spot, [?]

Ladies love us, they know that we stars, nobody hotter than we are

Put this strap to your chest like a seatbelt

I know some niggas is Get Back Gang, we gon' make 'em feel how we felt

Leave 'em all in the dirt like a seashell

Put this strap to your chest like a seatbelt

I know some niggas is Get Back Gang, we gon' make 'em feel how we felt

Leave 'em all in the dirt like a seashell

[Verse 2: Set Da Trend]

Put 'em up in the dirt, tryna do 'em like Country

Walk up, face shot, shit'll get ugly

How you dissin' me? Don't got no money

Keep a strap on my hip, I can't go out like Dummy

Too many deads, smoke 'em

All of these blues, they think that I'm Loccin'

Think I'm lackin'? I ain't with the loafin'

Off the muddy, movin' slow-motion

Backdoor season, I started this shit

When it come to the 'hood, I'm the heart of this shit

Let 'em run, see how far that he get

Know the Glock got a beam, I'm aimin' for your limbs

Guess what? That’s Rah in my spliff

How many opps done died with they grip

EK got shot in his hip

I heard he got shot by a bitch

And your sister got hit

And you still ain't get back for her since

Like, you ain't slid up for that shit?

You ain't tryna die for that shit?