woaa - Intellectual

[Intro]

Come on, come on!

Wanna hit me up? Yeah, tell me what you want (Later!)

It's my time, nigga, pass the baton

Feelin' like I'm yuke, in the kitchen with some tongs (Hi yuke!)

Smoke three blunts, then I make another song (Get up and die already!)

I am always right, even when it feels wrong (Let's do this!)

I am-I am-blowin' up like a bomb

I'ma rob a white man, think his name's Tom (No! The controls won't respond)

I'ma live fast, but I'ma die young (No more!)

Ayy, I'ma die young

High up in the sky, when this shit touch my tongue (Hi yuke!)

Shoot the full clip, yeah, you know we won (Sega!)

Me and *67 gettin' bands, yeah, we runnin' up (Hi *67!)

Fake claimin' shit you not in (Quit jerking around)

I got a red beam, and I'm pointin' at yo' chin

And yo' songs is so ass, nigga, stop that talkin' (This is a IVC exclusive)

Chillin' in my room, just smokin' on Runtz (I'm sorry)

Nigga you ain't on shit, nigga you a punk

You ain't-You ain't on shit, nigga you a punk

You ain't #GREEDMONEY-#GREEDMONEY, lil' nigga, you a bum

Niggas be snakes, so I gotta clutch my pole

Niggas get they way and they start actin' like sum hoes

Niggas know they clique is a bunch of fuckin' clones

Hit him in his noggin, yeah, I hit him in his dome

Hit him-Hit him in his noggin, yeah, I hit him in his dome (N-N-Noggin!)

Niggas fucked up in the crib sellin' clones

Niggas be so ass, tryna hop on a song

Niggas tryna bite me, nigga, you are my son

Try to run up on me, then you better have yo' gun

'Cause if you meet this 26, lil' nigga, you are done

I'on really gotta rap, I just do this shit for fun

Niggas ass in real life, they don't even got no funds

Niggas claim that they make music, but we know that shit is buns (This is a IVC exclusive)

Welcome to nothing

Woah