scrimmage - Intellectual

[Intro]

Huh-uh

Uh-huh

Huh-uh-huh-uh

Uh-huh

Yeah, huh

My niggas trying to shoot but not no scrimmage

I can't let you leave me, girl, we ain't finished

Drugs in my system, mixed up like a chemist, woah

Took too many percs and now it's fucking up my vision

Huhhhh, but never of you

I get high, I stalk your page when I know I have better to do, yeah

I had fucked up, you blocked me, I wrote a letter to you, yeah

They don't want me with no guns, gon' be bang-outs in Balenci' boots (Buh-buh-buh, frrt)

[?] sober, get high 'til I'm slumped over, now I love the world, yeah

She wan' fuck me 'causе I got blue faces, but I don't know Stunna Girl

Mixing E401 with K56, I almost hurled

I got a еmo bitch tryna eat my nuts just like a squirrel

Just got off tour, never stopped loving my supporters, the crowd loud

This shit sweet, nigga run up on me, last thing he heard was "Grr-baow"

All these niggas tryna steal my sound

I get high, she put me down

Ain't never been scared to cry out loud

I'm probably somewhere in the lost and found, huh

Ain't no category for my shit, not main, not underground

I had fell in love with shooting blicks, I used to love this (Buh, buh, buh)

Pussy talkin' 'bout smoke with who?

Ain't got no money, his ass better calm me down

Put some trey's on a nigga head and he punched out, wouldn't wanna be in the county

I wanna know what she thought when she found me

Can't kick it with no fake niggas, get the fuck from 'round me

Like baby boy, her voice my life jacket when I'm drowning

Ho done ran through so much money these past few months, lost track of counting