Myself - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Ooh Sav you killed it)

I stay to myself, I can't be seen in public with too many

It's cash on me

Every time I hit would tell on your lil' partners, come and get 'em

I'm up like 50k, spend 20k on Rodeo with them killers

I still got thousands, I ain't touch in case I get caught for them (Shhh)

Turnt this shit up, I can't be movin' 'round like opps ain't tryna kill me

A longer run with no arrest, I would've been turnt up my city

I knocked this ho', that's just because she threw the pussy on my hip

She still gon' choose to fuck

'Cause these them Cubans on me look like crystals

The beef died down, bro turnt it up

G-lock 19 came with the drum

Attach that switch so don't even run

Better have your pipe, we drill for fun

Would've still been alive if he ain't wanna front

Without no burner, fuck no {?}

And I can't do bitches for myself, west

That's how my mans had got setup

762's 'ill tear out the whole front side of the engine

Your bitch linked up with gang

Now all of a sudden she ignored every time you hit her

And I won't tell no ho' I love her

Why? She probably fucked one of them niggas

If we too turnt for Maji

We come through shootin' shit up, no Damian Lillard

On my cousin its a hommie, catch him hanging with them niggas

He was dissin' on the gang, I left him dangling with gorillas

I spent 5k on my chain, but I'm still tryna change a nigga

I'ma do it by myself, these goofies fuckin' painkillers

All my shooters 556, and make me shoot like Austin Rivers

Yeah I got my glizzy tucked, but I'm still down to rock a nigga

You ain't ever do a drill, and you ain't ever shot a nigga

Me and YungLiv in the field, and this shit colder than a blizzard

Mix the Wocky with the Oxy, this shit fuckin' up my liver

Aye, this shit fuckin' up my liver

Yall niggas really bitches, man yall need a babysitter