Bodybag - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Ooh, RJ)

(RJ always trippin' man, RJ always trippin' man)

[Verse 1]

Smokin' on runts, rollin' up the bodybag

Roll that pussy nigga up, put him in a bodybag

New computer in the bag, MSR in the bag

Where I'm at? In my bag

Where your bitch? In my car

Suck my dick, in a bar

Where my stick? Hand it here

Seen a goat, in the mirror

Throwin' money, on a stripper

Throwin' up the middle finger

Fuck her with my middle finger

This AR, it's a one-hitter-quitter

I'ma pull this bitch back and I'ma aim it at your liver

Red dot in the middle of your head, I'ma hit you

Where the barber shop? 'Cause my head need some clippers

And I need some scissors, and a new printer

Methods still workin', I might have to reconsider

Took his last money, that took him out his misery

You the middleman, can I see the owner, please?

Might sound impossible, use the piece to pay my lawyer fees

[Chorus: Howard Johnson]

The way you strut (Strut)

Your (Your)

Stuff across the floor

Maybe, I (I)

Can (Can)

Have you to myself

[Verse 2]

That was me singin'

That remind me of my AR when that bitch singin'

I just used a old BIN and went through in Cleveland

Then I used another one, out of country, New Zealand

Usin' my special treatment, usin' her for the pussy

She a trick, it don't affect her

Give that boy a diamond tester

It make me feel better, knowin' that I'm a scammer

Perc' make me feel better, pop one, then go get active

Punchin' up inside a mansion

Shot a nigga in the mansion

Smokin' weed inside a mansion

Pourin' up inside a mansion

Put his name inside a caption

How he died? Don't know what happened

Where your hat? Boy you cappin'

Pourin' up, out a gallon

You declined, got us laughin'

He can't breathe, got him gaspin'

Walkin' up to bank with envelopes, got them niggas askin'

How I do this and that?

Get yourself a fake check