004KT (3Shit*) - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Mommy, India got them beats)

(Marcus, you killin' the beat)

Look, .32 revolver in my pants, fuck the officer (Ouu-ouu-ouu)

Ten shoot that blicky with one hand, ain't no offin' us (Ouu)

Lil' Dean with that shit, you'll get killed

Bitch, don't talk, get out there (Ouu, yeah)

Now, I'm with that shit, bitch, I'm sick, I ain't cough for nothin' (Ouu)

Baow, you'll get domed inside this motherfucker (Ouu, baow)

Shawty on my dick, I can't love her, I just wanna fuck her (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, ouu-ouu)

I'ma send a blitz, get 'em hit, bust up with them cutters

With the three shit, they don't mix

I got 'em pissed

They know how I'm comin'

You wan' play with Sherhonda? Bitch, I'm gon' knock off your mother

Broke in houses with Three and I swung that heat with Osama

I spread this stick like a disease, I'm in the streets with no condom

He still could drive, hit up KD, I'll swing this Drac' out that Honda

Nigga, fuck you, that pistol, and that clique you claim, too

I get at shit, I take that stick, I cock that bitch, hit at you

I'll tear it down with ChoppaBoy, look how your lil' brother grew

On Dump, I'll bust up all them boys, if any one fuck with you

We the sickest in the city, yeah

That Rolls truck ain't rented

This Glock from my lil' bitch from out of Denham

Hold on, hold on, Ten, I'm gon' get him

We just got the windows tinted, we can't roll them down, gotta hop out for to send 'em

Hit from 'cross my phone, hit across his dome, hit across his hat

Blatt, blatt

Been wildin', I'm in that north, and you won't make it back, and that's a fact

I'm YoungBoy, Lil Top, nigga, I don't care 'bout none of that

I'm well known with these Glocks, nigga, tell me if you wan' fuck with that

Look, .32 revolver in my pants (Ouu), fuck the officer (Ouu-ouu)

Ten shoot that blicky with one hand, ain't no offin' us (Ouu-ouu)