JACK THE RIPPER - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yo, uh

[Chorus]

Buddy said he could make the blick talk, but can he make the stick work

I write all my songs with feathers, bitch, I feel like Big Bird

Runtz pack or the Backwood, no Swisher

Ran through the back of the trap, made him shiver timber

I'm on the Met on the 19th, I feel like Tim Burke

Old head still tryna ball, he Derrick Fisher

Iceman, drop some bullshit, a cold winter

Shit hit the fan, call up brodie, hop up in the sprinter

You got a chop in your jacket, fix your zipper

I'm in LA doing bullshit, I'm a Clipper

You in my lane doing bullshit, I pop a blister

You niggas lame, put you in the sky with Little Dipper

[Verse]

I'm with thе Penguins and Sea Lions, Skipper

Hе lying, he saw the Glock and turned to stripper

He talk on gang, what the fuck about his big sister

She always claim she gon' ride my dick until my shit hurt

I hop out range with a AK, hello, mister

The codeine with the A-Treat, my favorite mixture

I put pain to a face if I catch Victor

I got a K in my left hand, Jack the Ripper

Bitch lame, all her bodies came off of Tinder

Both hands throwing red and blue, I'm playing Twister

Can't use my brain, I ain't came with Glock, I'm uppin scissors

These niggas not brainwashed, these niggas know Lil' Splitz a scripture

I go insane, kill 200,000 niggas, Hitler

I'm spitting game and these niggas, they don't get the picture

The lights behind me, is there a problem, officer

He said, damn, boy, your car smell like a hipster

[Bridge]

Like a fucking hipster, boy, like a hipster

I was on your block with a mop, like a Swiffer

Ooh, damn, oh her head good, she get a sticker

Pop out green mask on Riddler

[Break]

Yo, damn, fuck

Bitch, go