La Douce - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah

Phew, yeah

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

(Ay yo, Ian!), oh, yeah

[Chorus]

Call up Johnny Dang, I need a new face (Yeah)

Finna go hit the bank, I need the blue face (Yeah)

Stars up in the roof up in that Mulsanne (Let's go)

Coolin' wit' your boo, she sippin' Douce (Yeah, alright)

See twelve, turn to Usain

Keep a lil' stick, better watch what you say

Talkin' that shit, you gon' meet your due date

We gon' spin his block like Blu-Ray (Yeah)

Always in that bitch, stay out the Kool-Aid (Yeah)

I get fly as shit just like a blue jay (Yeah, whoa)

[Verse]

Two bands on my fit, okay

The free bands, they just hit, okay

Let's go all get rich, okay

Put that Fendi on my bitch, okay

Bad lil' shorty want my kids, okay (Yeah)

She tryna kick it today

Don't wanna kick it today (Blatt, blatt)

I'm on a mission for pay (Blatt, blatt)

Yeah, just popped me a Perc', and now I'm too gone (Alright)

Yeah, don't make this XD twerk, that lil' bitch two-tone (Alright)

Red beam on your nose like Rudolph

My nigga down to have a shootout

My nigga down to get you knocked off (Yeah, yeah)

It's gon' take 'bout one call (Yeah)

Came in with that sawed-off

My boy wit' it, he gon' pop off (Whoa)

That's yo' fitted, it get knocked off

She gon' suck it with that lip gloss (Alright)

Yeah, pockets fat like Rick Ross (Alright)

Yeah, all this cash got you pissed off (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah

I sip lean-lean-lean, no Cristal

None of these boys ain't me, they ripoffs

I just came in with my pistol

Fuck around and then it's lift off (Yeah)

Send his ass up high

Keep on playing like a tough guy

We gon' show you what them slugs 'bout

Spray that boy and then we struck out

Ballin' out, he in the dug out (Yeah)

Please don't make me bring this gun out (Yeah)

Shot his van and then he spun out (Yeah)

Hit that juug and then I run out (Blatt)

Hit that bitch, she got her tongue out (Alright)

Fuck your bitch, I dumb out

Smash that bitch until the sun out (Blatt)

Suck that dick and then she spun 'round (Yeah)

She know I don't play 'round (Yeah)

My gang, yeah we stay down

Hop out, boys shoot up the playground

Vonte* getting cake now

Yeah, I know why niggas hate now

We gone rub it in they face now

Bitch I’m plugged in state to state now

Somewhere coolin' wit' your bae now

Somewhere coolin' on that drank now (Yeah)