Fetty - Intellectual

[Intro]

(MK, you like a wizard with this shit)

Dog Shit Militia, man, gang, gang, you know what the fuck goin' on

(Me and Brando, we are on it)

Draggin' body bags, I don't shop petty

Flash beam, thirty round, I don't Glock petty, nigga

Come on

[Chorus]

At Somerset draggin' body bags, I don't shop petty

Flash beam, thirty round, I don't Glock petty

Probably scammed your granny, fucked around and got Betty

You can't hit none of my hoes, they know you ain't got fetti

Bape trucker cap, Chrome Heart t-shirt

He don't never step, must not know how feet work

Catch him on the clock, he ain't finna leave work

Snakeskin Mike Amiris, they like, "What your jeans worth?"

[Verse]

Shit, I don't know, a whole lot

Four burners in the whip, this bitch like a stovеtop

She thought we was eatin' out, shе finna eat the whole cock

Shawn Michaels at his venue, I'll get the show stopped

I would say that he a burger, he ain't got no bread though

If you ain't tryna give it to me, what you got a head for?

Be done fried him like an omelet, Glock'll spill his egg yolk

All-nighter with your bitch, I'm tryna leave the bed broke

Neck full of diamonds, but the Backwoods pearled up

Bitch head fire, she got every toe curled up

Two liter pop with a lil' Wock' swirled up

Taught unky how to scam, he done put the girl up

Boy, keep a rocket, I'll send his ass to the atmosphere

Made a dub in the O, ballin' like a Cavalier

If you see us at the function, you know we got straps in here

Huh, two hundred dollar lunch today

I'll pause his ass with the Glock, I ain't come to play

Gang blowin' 'Woods back to back to back, he might as well throw his lungs away

Boy, my bitch got a bag, I ain't talkin' 'bout her purse though

Pop you with a thirty, I ain't talkin' 'bout no Perc' though

AF1s a hundred, spent a couple on the shirt though

Bitch head was breathtakin', I can't even speak (Damn)

All this za smoke around, I can't even blink

Somewhere gettin' to a bag, I can't even sleep

Bought Dior for my bitch, I can't even Pink

Boy, you better not even think we ain't strapped

I ain't got no tender love when I creep with the strap

Need a snorkel where I'm from, boy, you would sink where I'm at

Hundred-dollar appetizers, you can't eat where I'm at, no cap