GL4FLOWW - Intellectual

[Intro]

Fredchillin

Bitch, go check on yo' mans, he breathin' right

If I catch that boy lackin', he won't see the night

You ain't gon' shoot for me, bitch, I don't need to fight (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah, outside (Yeah)

Bitch, we outside (Yeah), bitch, we outside

Yeah, run in a AMG, bitch, that bitch warrant

I knew that bitch, when she said that she scorin'

She tryna text on the gram, that shit borin'

Bitch, you can't hide, bitch, we fin' kick the door in

She tryna fuck, yeah, she like how I'm flowin'

Trapper, lil' bitch, and she rockin' Rick Owens

Boy, do not run a fade, you gon' lose yo' life

Me and the gang in this bitch, and we hella' high

Bitch, I already know that you bent, yeen gotta lie

If you talkn' 'bout that Percy, lil' bitch know I got a lot

Had to go M.I.A, man, I heard this shit gettin' hot'

Nigga, fuck twelve, nigga, fuck the opps

Nigga, fuck twelve, nigga, fuck these Jakes

Nigga, fuck these bitches, feel like Andrew Tate

Nigga, fuck these niggas, feel like Uncle Ruckus

I'm with the gang, bitch, we causin' hella Ruckus

Stop all that textin' nigga, go and slide

Me and gang T'd up, finna slide

We gon run that boy down, nigga, don't you cry

I'm makin' hits, and I don't even try

Yeah, yeah, outside (Yeah)

Bitch, we outside (Yeah), bitch, we outside

Get on the grain, like they stomp on that nigga

Boy, don't reach for that chain, you a stupid lil' nigga

Hella' pistols on me, finna slide on the nigga

If I got the drop, throw a dime on a nigga

Got a .556, and its burnin'

If I shoot this bitch up, then it won't be the same

Nigga, don't call me twin, nigga, don't call me gang

We was runnin' from cops, had to slide in the RAF

I'ma get that boy gone, I'ma do all it take

I be all on my own, I don't know why they hate

Bitch, I'm all on the roof screamin', "Gang, gang, gang, gang"

If he diss on the gang, then he get hit with 'K