Torch - Intellectual

[Hook]

Why you wan' switch up?

Yeah, Glock make him put his fists up (Karuma)

You ain't bout shit, nigga, shut the shit up

This ain't Minecraft, but around here, bitch we dig up

I'm with your bitch, she a whore

Just bought some hollow-tips, give me more

Been a real nigga since I was four

I was down bad in that grocery store

[Verse]

These niggas can't tell me different

You can't apologize for that dissin'

That's how most niggas go missing

Only pole on him is for the fishing

I'm only pourin' hi tech in this cup

And that nigga say that he want beef then It's up

And that bitch hit my line, I told bitch to shut up

And the chopper is kickin, not talkin' World Cup

I'm sending shots when I'm in the south

Get hit with the hollow-tips, give him cotton mouth

I open my noggin, nigga fuck you talkin' bout?

I feel like an athlete, thе way I be runnin' round

Feel like the mailman, I been runnin' round town

Hе wanna run up, so I gun him down

Nigga pump fakin', so he nothing now

You is a good kid, why you cappin' now? (Ha!)

I don't make peace, nigga, I'm not Gandhi

I got a wrap on me like I'm Hadji

I keep one piece like I'm Sanji

You is a fake nigga, just a wannabe

I don't want love, nigga that's beyond me

I'll have yo' ass walkin' like a zombie

You is a bitch boy, where yo mommy?

I don't want that bitch, but she want me

I keep a Tommy like the rugrats

I put holes in him like a thumbtack

Feel like a racist 'cause I hate niggas and I hang niggas wearin' all black

You don't even own a hat

Why the fuck is you gon' cap

I hate when they cap in they tracks

You ain't even bout all that

I feel like Ronald, 'cause I slide through with that Big Mac

Whatever you rappin' I did that

These nigga be cap, I don't get that

Yeah, I said that these nigga be cap

I keep me a torch to exterminate rats

I'm fuckin' that bitch and I blow out her back

I walk in that bitch and I fuck up a sack

And just like an athlete, I make him run track

The bullets gon' file a nigga like .FLAC

Just like a dove, that nigga gon' fly

Reach for the top, we gon' make you skydive

Hop out and shoot, I don't do the drive-by

We turn him red, nigga, like a Shy Guy

They don't want beef, we serve 'em like Five Guys

I call you Kennedy, you finna die

Just like a baby, I make you cry

Just like a fish, I'll get you fried