Ran Thru - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah, you tell me

Percocet pill, I was high, i ain’t tell you how i feel

Yeah, you tell me you hate me, shut the fuck up

Girl, I hate you too, bro got stick, it's not bamboo

Why the fuck these niggas, keep calling my phone saying, you ran through?

I done put my mama in a home, money I done ran through

I get sick when your ass not around, shit, I might caught the flu

Which one yo ass want, money or dick?, I don't wanna hear attitude

She eat me like food, woah, I can't cuff, no groupie hoe

Got clips not in the movie though, can't switch on Tito, that's my bro

Nigga talking shit, I make a bad bitch touch her toes

Baby, where that love go?

You know my hеart cold, I'm trying to move somewherе that is snow

I’ve done turned into a fucking studio addict, and it shows

Dope boy, got on Jordan’s, I get high almost every morning

I'm off of pill right now, recording, sipping lean, she said, “why you snoring?” (Yeah)

I got the lil’ bitch, wetter than a pool, but I’m not Jordan

Police hit the lights, gon' leave they ass, we in the foreign

We got drakes, running through the port, your face, girl, I adore

And I know that I be sinning, so I'm praying to the Lord

This lil’ hoe, she freaked out, trying to eat it through my shorts

She don't like how I'm geeked out, mixed 10 with my new ports

Yeah, you tell me you hate me, shut the fuck up

Girl, I hate you too, bro got stick, it's not bamboo

Why the fuck these niggas, keep calling my phone saying, you ran through?

I done put my mama in a home, money I done ran through

Oxycodone, percocet pills

Yeah, you know I was high, i told you, I ain’t care how you feel (Huh)

Shout out, bro, kill, pull up, shoot shit, not just a flim

Off all three like Bradley Bill, don't be scared, I've been hurt for real

I'm fucking with these hoes, see a bitch in color, can't get what's up

You call me and I'm loaded, I put my stars in my cup

Ask my mama, I'm a lover boy, I don’t just wanna fuck

But I was running after love, and I fuck around, ran out of luck

Yeah, you tell me you hate me, shut the fuck up

Girl, I hate you too, bro got stick, it's not bamboo

Why the fuck these niggas, keep calling my phone saying, you ran through?

I done put my mama in a home, money I done ran through