Alec Baldwin - Intellectual

Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver (it wasn’t me)

Accident, bitch how come you fallin

Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver (it wasn’t me)

Accident, now you not my problem

Young Alec Baldwin, call me John Marston

Bitch talkin that shit I cause an accidental arson

Gasoline bucket perched up, too precarious

My bitch gon lie about it too cause she hilarious

Whole family gettin paid, 35 maids

30 rocks on your ankles when you swim up in the waves

Ima make your life aquatic like Zissou, bitch

Ta-ta, motherfucker, won’t miss you bitch

We filmin Rust, now I got a bloodlust

I got my money, hush, do you think I give a fuck

Glock got a dick, Ima have some fun with Jane

Red October, Happy fucking Halloween

Itchy trigger finger, whoopsie-daisy

Final Fantasy, I leave your ghost in Mississippi

Madness and malice, I’m in the loose

Introducing you to Beetlejuice

Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver (it wasn’t me)

Accident, bitch how come you fallin

Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver (it wasn’t me)

Accident, now you not my problem

Posted with some killas, smokin on that killa

Industry Godzilla, in the street with some gorillas

From the Bay to South Atlanta, acres in Havana

Bitch you know I got it on me, yeah I’m talkin bout my hammer

Do the shit for Chinatown, I hit em with a 100 round

Can’t be sellin work no more, I gotta make my mama proud

All I ever thought about is putting product out

She wanna listen to Modest Mouse

I’m tryna buy this Prada couch

I-10, top down with a bunny, how

I ran for 89, this the last 11 yards

I gotta pour up at McDonald’s in a bad ass Lamborghini

Got a bad bitch next to me in a skimpy red bikini

I ain’t een got no time to flex, Collection of jewelry like Frosted Flakes

Deposit a million at the bank, I’m tryna fuck on Tyra Banks

Pocket full of racks make my pants sag

I ain’t gotta brag, my bitch real bad

Half of my shit got a Givenchy tag

If he talk back, Ima hit em with a Mac

Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver (it wasn’t me)

Accident, bitch how come you fallin

Alec Baldwin, spinnin my revolver (it wasn’t me)

Accident, now you not my problem (it wasn’t me)