Ball or Fall - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)

Only with you when you

They only with you when you

They only with you when you ball, they ain't with you when you fall, though

Everybody skeechy, I be cautious who I call bro

Standin' ten, but I got his bitch on all fours

Left the ho anemic, you know Hutchie got us all froze

I throw all my dogs bones, hustle 'til we all gone

Say it's smoke with us, you gettin' blew, we up them RAW Cones

Money ain't the subject of discussion, we can't talk long

Funny how I contradict myself with all this Off on

Show this bitch my bank account and left his ho amazed

They ain't try to get my title, they just rode the wave

Got more motion than you niggas on my slowest days

Livе the fastest life, I peep 'еm hatin' out the slowest lane

How I'm feelin', every ho the same

Only way her nigga can't get touched is if she Lois Lane

We don't fight, we quick to blow his brains

Brody say that cup his therapy, can catch him pourin' 'Pane

Can catch him rollin' up, Militia goin' up

I bought everything I couldn't have while I was growin' up

All these rips in my Amiris, granny tryna sew 'em up

If you can carry all your bags, then you ain't blow enough

All that Brodie want is a sealed pint of Wocky

Prices goin' up, but I still buy from akhi

All this Hutch ice, might get the chills if you body

Want the brain off your bitch, say StanWill like a zombie

Gotta stay in motion, 'cause you hopeless if you not

She gon' make it dissapear, play hocus-pocus with the thot

Lil' Brodie poppin' shrooms in heavy doses with the 'za

Catch you rattin', let you have it, do you bogus if you cop

I ain't goin' out like Pac, hm, tuh

Picture me rollin' with the Glock

Took it straight, lil' bro ain't pour it in his pop

How I'm feelin', fuck a rapper, I'm a poet, I can't lie, huh