Deceased - Intellectual

[Intro]

Aye, aye, woo!

Lil Tyler

Aye

[Chorus]

Shot him point blank, now he deceased

What you make in a week on me

They just mad they can't hang with me

Glock on me now she wanna bang me

Smoking this dope got me lazy

He pulled out the Glock, but it ain't phase me

I'm in the stu with a Glock on me

Know they hate me, they fake homie

[Verse]

I cannot stop, til I got as much money as Jay Z

I just be relaxin', cause I put a xan in me

I just dropped that shit, inside of an iced tea

With Icey looking icey

Bad hoe lick me like ice cream

I had that bitch on her knees

She wanna make a flick with me

But I ain't with that shit

I told that bitch no

Yeah, I really gotta go

Me and bro on the road

Used to trap, out the Toyota Corolla

Bro used to use a Motorola, now he gone buy a rollie

12 can't control me, and I do not sell no g's

Please buy an O or more please, druggie bitch on the morphine

She want more that bitch a fiend

Light the wood now I'm puffin'

You don't sell you just bluffin'

You do that shit for the rap

I don't do it for the rap

I really did it in the trap

And some of y'all be snitchin', man, y'all really be some rats

If I catch you out in public, I'm a take your shit, give me that, aye

Since 13 I been smoking on gasoline

My bro got a 30, but he 16

Dirty hoe tryna get some sex from me

If you not bad, then I can't smash, you gotta leave