Counterfeit - Intellectual

[Intro]

Snoozed

Skress

Neilaworld

Lotta' racks on me, no counterfeit

Talking shit, you get hit with a blick

Pop a little perc take me outta space real quick

Tell the cops catch up we too quick

Tell my ex bitch, "suck my fucking dick"

I go too damn hard for that bitch

I got two fucking sticks feel like Wick

Margiela, Helmut Lang, on my fit

Hop off a jet then hop in my fuckin' bag!

Where my chauffeur, tell that nigga come get my bag

Fore' I put the fucking racks on his ass

Have them shooters come eliminate his ass

They don't come in back, until they complete the test

Heard ya ass shit lil boy, I swear that, that shit was too trash

Go get some food, then I record, swear that this shit need a Plaque

Blue benji's, I need some more, I can never get enough that's facts

Play with the money, like sport

We gon' wet that nigga with no remorse

Hop in the rari, hop in a fucking horse

I'm wit' the gang, even if I go to the dollar store

Do I got some money?, of course

Lil nigga need a stick, to do his chores

Said you want smoke? Okay, send you to the lord

That Kel-Tec sing like it got some vocal cords