Wouldn’t Do That! - Intellectual

[Intro]

Hey, hey, hey, hey, (This car that I’m in, it goes too fast)

Hey, hey, go, go

(And don’t you play me lil’ nigga) (Do that)

Go, go

[Chorus: Summrs]

This blunt I’m smoking on, yeah, it’s too fat

And this car that I’m in, it goes too fast

And don’t you play me lil’ nigga, wouldn’t do that

And these dreads in my head, ain't no durag

And this bitch I’m fucking on, which is too bad

I heard you broke, lil’ nigga, well that’s too bad

Countin’ racks, countin’ bands, in a Louie bag

I’m a big glow boy, thought you knew that

[Verse: Summrs]

Like bitch, you fucking home?

I’ve been fucking home

She call up my phone

She won’t leave me alone

Good gas to the dome

Said she wanna chill in my home

But you gotta glow little bro

Yeah, you gotta glow a little more

Going fast in the Panama

I’ma take you to Panama

I’m balling like Randy Moss

RIP Frеdo, the big boss

Want a feat? It’s a big cost

Got your bitch up in her draws

Crack a sеal, in my withdraws

I don’t see none of your vlogs

She like “Summrs, what I gotta do to be in your coupe?”

“To be in your life”

“To being your boo”

“You got me feeling right”

“You remind me of goon”

And you cannot play me, ‘cause I’m not a fool

And it ain’t April

All you niggas is fable

Watching me like cable

Pouring syrup, no maple

Put me under the table

Like I wasn’t lame

Now, they wanna be my friend

Now, they feel ashamed

Go, go, go