Grapevine - Intellectual

[Chorus]

They say they gon take my soul I hear it through the grapevine

50 hats a year back to back opps know we stay with iron

I keep poles I can't end up on dateline

I'ma take a soul lowkey wish they would take mine

Up it on every car pull on side me and that's facts

RIP 6ando but they can't do me like that

Smokin foulout we all know that boy a rat

Can't go like Jordy getting off percs I feel like an addict

Can't go like Jordy I can't overdose end up in a casket

I miss my dawg if you diss him get hit with automatic

He wasn't even in that field he should've been shooting baskets

But we caught him in traffic

Up that stick let him have it

I got a million in this stolo car I might crash it

I got a M249 in the passenger it could get tragic

If ain't with me you ain't safe make the wrong move I'ma blast it

If I want it I get it you know I'ma have it

I'ma spin it again like a gambling addict

Buy hats by the 10s we gon add it

Fuck a Grammy BSN really winning where it matters

113 + 9 = some mad hatters

I see em I’ma step, don’t care what comes after

I got hella caskets in my attic

Saudi garage, it’s about time I copped the Aston

Put Mass on the chain, I’m a fucking rich bastard

He said he gon' get at me let’s see who do it faster

Made it from the concrete, I'm from the plaster

She said I'm a Turkish Delight, she gon eat me like a platter

Had to drop the double cup fucking up my bladder

Fuck yo mans, heard he got knocked out by a faggot

Why he tryna bump with me, he not even a factor

I invest in the trenches, get you whacked on the backend