Captain - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yo, Sensei

Skr, skr, skr, skr, skr

Man, I can't fold

I can't fold, nigga, no I ain't no napkin (I ain't no napkin)

Make that nigga fold, once I bring that MAC in (I bring that MAC in)

I got westside connections like I'm Mack 10 (And that's on blood)

Think he gang, but that nigga never tappin' (He never tappin')

Plus I'm getting money, nigga, that's a fact, bitch (I swear to God)

He ain't 'bout what he rap, yeah he cappin' (Little bitch)

I'm in the streets for real, nigga, call me captain (Skr, skr, skr)

I got the Glock when it's crunch (Crunch)

I'mma fuck her, feed her brunch (Yuh)

Sip on lean like a punch (Punch)

Sell her eighth, bread and brunch (And brunch)

She eat that dick, she gon' munch

Rock Balenci', I ain't no stunt (Yuh)

I did some years, not no months (No months)

You so stupid, you a thot (Stupid)

Yeah, you small like some rats (Some rats)

You get taxed on the racks (I swear)

I swear my dawg, we gon' hunt (Skr)

You got a tail, you's a rat (Skr)

You's a pussy, you a cat (You bitch)

You go out back, use a sack (I do)

I move at night like a bat (Skr)

Got that Glock, it's attached (Like [?])

Attack your face, like I'm Max (I'm Max)

I make it clean, that ain't facts (I swear)

I guess you want some money from young Skuf (Young Skuf)

But this ain't that (Ain't that)

And that ain't this

All she get is a glimpse (Frrr, frrr, frrr)