12 Seasons - Intellectual

[Intro: StanWill & BabyTron]

Reuel, stop playing with these niggas

Goddamn, Reuel, you tripped on this one, I ain't gon' lie

Yeah

[Verse 1: BabyTron]

All I need is twelve seasons, I'ma one up Bill Russell

Forty-eighth minute on the floor, I'ma still hustle

Scrawny-ass engine, boy, that V6 ain't real muscle

I could lose half of what I bought and I'ma still double

You can't bounce back when you fall, you a cue ball

If you down one, fuck a three, shoot the two-ball

All footwork got me scoring like it's foosball

Thinking you gon' keep up with us? We finna lose y'all

We finna take off

Cut the brakes off, all gas, shake the Jakes off

Unc' got that white shit that knockout like Jake Paul

[Verse 2: StanWill]

If the stick hit, it's game over, that's a eight-ball

Huh, I be thinking like, who made y'all?

Gang'll get you shot if you jump, we don't play ball

Watch the Black Rock sizzle when I take the steak off

Off his set with my 'migos then we take off

Bitch, I'm knowing you ain't smoking za, you just reggie bushing

Every single time I catch the opps, why they Reggie Bushing?

Could never give my heart away, the scams, they already took it

One eye open when I sleep, bitch, I'm Fetty looking

Two hundred punches, twenty BINs in my database

Thinking that he cuffing that cloth, I know yo baby ain't

Tron rolling up some tss tss, he finna play in space

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

I'ma probably end up on Mars, I keep facing eighths

Thinking you a 'rilla, wet you up, you a bathing ape

One thing I knew since the womb was the paper chase

12 playing D, in the coupe finna ankle break

Would've thought Stan Glock modded, how he aim so straight

Yeah, he got Deadeye in his Hall of Fame

In the Demon with the red eye, catch me dogging lanes

Down one, I'ma shoot the shot while I'm calling game

[Verse 4: StanWill]

Dick sucking-ass broke niggas my opps all the same

Funny how the Pie got gang and them moving turtle speed

Only use this bitch for her neck, I done hurt her knees

Cracked a hundred thousand fucking Visas, I ain't serve no fiends

Barking up the block in Hellcats, we done burnt the street

Y'all niggas the last ones to the gym and be the first to leave

She heard ShittyBoyz and jumped dick 'cause my verse was sweet

Tryna fight cause dawg his life, he got a hearse for free

[Verse 5: BabyTron & StanWill]

Them ain't Purple jeans, dawg, you ain't gotta perp to me

Really in the field, you niggas never hit the turf with me

Cutting up with no gas? You got the nerve to skrrt on E

Only wave running 700s, you can't surf with me

Exotic cream pop but the Wock', it just turned it pink

Ice on, in case he reach, send him to emergency

I don't need a Bic, use a card just to burn my weed

Fly as hell with my Goose on, that's the bird in me

Killing chip readers, doing fraud in the first degree

Oh shit, it occurred to me

They know I'm up dog shit so hoes wanna flirt with me

Really getting up, I promise you ain't got no vert like me

Scoring off of all this footwork, I done hurt my feet

[Outro: BabyTron & StanWill]