Taksh!t - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Torris]

Aye

Bitches wanna talk shit, how you gonna have no balls but be a dick?

Lyrics fuckin basic, got no bars, walked thru your limbo sticks

Call me Mr Llamma, I be steady spittin', gotta bring the fax in, beat too sick

Fuckin' on your mama,and i got her strippin,yeah we did some fisting, now she can't sit (Okay)

Heat beat I won't Touch It

Like Busta Rhymes I'mma wet the sheet

On a Crisis, I'mma Break Shit

Oh she a vegan? I'mma plant the seed

Talk shit, that won't faze me

She ain't Rico but she nasty

Tarded' hoe with her good brain, no a's I call that bitch Sophi (Yeah)

Steal your bitch I just might do, got pink paper, Majin Buu

Got a chubby hoe I do, when I'm in the bed she say moo (Okay)

Money talks, that's just the truth, it's dеad silent in your room

Eat them honey call mе Pooh, so high I'm sick bitch I flew