Multiply - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ha, yeah (Woah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh)

Brrr (Ooh)

Hmmm

[Chorus]

Bands (Yeah, damn)

Bands, they keep multiplying

Run on gang, man, you know you dying

5.56 rounds, yeah, they gon' fly (Phew)

Bullet hit his ass from a birdseye (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

These hoes, they so fake, see from my third eye

My shooter got aim even though he crosseyed

We gon' make him famous, he a dead guy (Boom, boom, boom)

And we got them rockets, they on standby

[Verse]

This nigga trippin', what's up with you?

I'm finna pour me a cup or two

You got a rock, that's a W

I walk around with that W

If he had a gun, what would you do?

Baby, I'm finna stop fuckin' wit' you

Fuckin' them twins, they comin' in two

I got a choppa, I'm lettin' it loose

I'm finna spend that boy advance

Yeah, I done took his bitch, he mad, damn (Yeah)

Prada my fit, damn, I'm on the lamb (I'm on the lamb, yeah)

.762's and .9's, they won't jam (It won't jam)

I got a white plug in Cali', his name Sam (Haha)

Walk in CVS, bein' polite, "Ma'am" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm at a point in my life where I'm sippin' on drink and I can't even stop (Can't even stop)

I'm in the crib sippin' on Wock' (Yeah, Wock')

Told my teacher how much I make, her jaw dropped (Dropped)

Her jaw dropped (Beep, beep, beep, beep)

I might just fuck on a Monday (Yeah), I go through rubber bands

You gon' be there one day, I went up, it's a hunnid bands

I get the guap, that's obvious (Ha)

I'm finna fuck on a college bitch (Ha)

I throw a rack in the audience

I'm goin', no, there ain't stoppin' shit