Blew It - Intellectual

[Intro]

(It's Surreal Gang, lil bitch, haha)

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus]

Gave you another chance, but you blew that shit again

I be smokin' on cherry pie, so high I can't even land

I just ran off with his (Sack)

That lil nigga was a fan

I might blow this bitch like a fan

And run off with his advance

[Verse]

Come on bro you know you broke (Suwoo!)

In the McLaren candy coat

I put the red dot on his nose

Clown, I'm takin him as a joke

I'm doin' the tough drugs, hardcore, lil' nigga til' I croak

I'm smokin the juul and I'ma give him smoke

Autumn! just pulled up, they got ghost

I'm pressing these lil' niggas just like a remote

And me and my bitch headed to devote

He said that I'm broke, I was like nope

I know you see this Prada all on my coat

Subtracting these niggas I don't do no slopes

And my bankroll fat, knot, like a rope

Prada slides, I don't do no Coach

I'm blowing the gas like a referee (Alto on this shit, fuck nigga)

Can't fuck with him he not a friend of me

And I'm V-Lone cause I got enemies

I'm fuckin his bitch frequently

Im rollin the wood yeah easily

Im breaking it down yeah evenly

And im kicking shit yeah peacefully

They stealing my flow they love my frequency

They know I'm they dad, yeah secretly

And my pockets on fat obesity

I'm pushing the coupe illegally

I dress in designer conveniently

I was just in her mouth yeah recently

You kissing that hoe couldn't be me

I'm trynna be on your tv

Smokin' that gas seein 3D

Smokin that gas seeing E.T

I got them shooters like its P.E (Lil bitch, haha)

I want everything I'm needy

The CLS it's speeding

Jugg that boy guap I'm keeping

She giving brain like she teaching