Long Time! - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Made in Heaven!)

[Verse 1: Che]

I sip drank till I feel

Still looking for a way to get out

You said that you wouldn't tell your friends

Bitch, you never ever could figure me out

I just hit my little plug for the re up

For the week, I might chill at your b house

They gon suck it up, bounce when I see ya though

I lost feelings long time ago

Bullets, he gon feel em, he ain't going home

Chop em like a thriller (chop em like a thriller)

I've been smoking killa

I'm the realest nigga

Why this hoe acting so bitter

Drank poured til I hurt my liver

Tell this hoe that I ain't sеntimental

I can't look at myself in the mirror

Wishin’ all my problеms disappear

I don't give a fuck about your peers

I make money just to make it clear

[Verse 2: Texaco]

I make money just to make it clear

Fucking this ho, and I hit from the rear

Money on me when I'm spending my deal

When they come in the car, I can't

Trapped too hard I be

This hoe want to fuck, suck the meat

He ain't gang, so he can't compete

Little don't pour up the peace

I'll pull up on a nigga in sleets

I shoot at the house all week

I'll shoot a the casa all week

Niggas know who it is, me

No, and I can't lie

Pull up with this hoe with her cousin, that bitch fine

She just want to talk, but I just want to love, all mine

Baby when you love, be quiet I don't got no time

Pull up in a ZO6, but I forgot all my tires

This hoe want to talk to me, I dis-pitched bitch out the mind

All my niggas gang related, they go down or not

Told her start up when it's hot, whip in we'll get ready for a ride

[Verse 3: Jaydes]

She wan’ come back (she wan’ come back)

I knew that shit (I knew that shit)

I just want my bread

I just want my chips

Is you gon give me head?

If you not, get out the crib, hoe

Bitch, I'm really gone

Bitch, this gas really hittin

I made a play, I got my swag up

All these lame niggas stealing swag, bruh

Little bro talking crazy, need to back up

I can get you jugged by your mans with a mask on