Bora Bora - Intellectual

[Intro]

Bitch, Dog Shit Militia

(Me and Brando, we an army)

Called a play today

Called a play today, I had to—

Called a play to— okay

Caught a play today, I had to soar to Florida

You can't leave the block, I'm out in Bora Bora

We ain't lovers, I just want her for the oral

When she with me, boy, your bitch ain't got no sort of morals

All the foreign shit in there, you'd think my closet door a portal

Doggy almost drowned up in that water, should've wore a snorkel

Played a rose pendant for my bitch, I guess that's sort of floral

She like, "Baby, they can't fuck with you", I said, "That's sort of normal"

Out the way and classy, that's my sort of bitch

Stay with Glockiana, that's my sort of blick

Hundred rounder, I could shoot from four to six

She like, "Do you love me, baby?", asked her, "Is a tortoise quick?"

AR-15 big as Norbit, bitch

Pushin' up my buffs like a dork and shit

What he paid for that, it ain't more than this

UFO, the whip can go from zero to orbit quick

Your bitch took my soul in a Kia

Catch him out and bake him for that dough, make a pizza

Got her touchin' toes every evening

Ain't no bitch, ain't no snake, ain't no ho in me either

Wock', bought a case, gang done poured 'bout a liter

Must be confused, think his ho not an eater

I done left some pape' in every store on Big Beaver

Pop an opp from afar, got a scope on my heater

Got some shots in this Glock, they for sure ain't for fevers

Huh, nigga

Got his thot givin' top, made his ho swallow weiner

Catch an opp on his block, bet I blow like a Creeper

Dog Shit Militia