DRACULA - Intellectual

[Intro: stacculaa]

Pssh, guala, guala

Wake up, I'm gettin' 'em racks, since they talm' 'bout mun' (Bleh)

And I'm posted in the back, with lil' bbymahd (Woo)

Yeah, I keep the za up in my sock, bitch, I ain't gettin' caught

Aimbot on the Glock, I shoot for heads, now my name Nadia, Na— ye-ye-yeah

Xa-Xan' gave me euphoria (Drank)

I told twin to pour me up, finna post this on my story, yeah (On my story, yeah)

Call me Stacculaa, not Dracula, finna get real gory, yeah (Blah, bleh)

Come and suck me up, get the balls, I know you want it, yeah (Eugh)

[Verse 1: stacculaa, bbymahd]

Do it, woah

Che, we run it back (Wo-woah), ch-che, we run it back (Woo)

I was on the [?], yeah, ion smoke on crack (G-go)

A-askin', "Who's daddy?" when I pat her on the ass (What?)

And I love my bitches ghetto type of hoes, they got no class (Nah)

They ain't gon' say nothin', but some perfect timin', yeah

Know she want Lil' Guala Guala in her hymen (In her hymen)

I know I'm the shit, I'm like, "Where my hype man?" Yeah

Steady countin' up my chips, I said, "Shout out Simon" (Yeah)

[Verse 2: bbymahd, stacculaa]

Steady countin' up my green, in that fuckin' plot (Brrt)

I see 12 come outside, I ain't gettin' caught (Pssh)

She gon' bite up on my neck just like she Dracula

Bitch, I'm— bitch, I'm in the back with hella sticks, with stacculaa (Brrt)

Caught that shit like [?], yo, this shit make no sense, yeah

Butterfly doors, they go up, I know what you missed, yeah

She can't have my kids (No), and this lil' ho, she get fucked

And I know my bitch so bad, she gon' hair model at Vogue

[?] with lil' stacc', with yo' ho, gon' blow her back

With my lil' twin KK, blatt

Suck my dick, I might kick back, yeah (Woah)

Seen a hundred racks, when I'm pushin' the 'Cat back, yeah

In that SRT, you know I'm really fuckin' fast