RUBBLE - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Drip when I walk, lil bitch I leave a puddle

I just wanna fuck, lil bitch don’t wanna cuddle

Smokin so much gas, I’m in space like the Hubble

Compared to my crib, yo crib look like some rubble

Fuck her and her friend, ya I am only hittin doubles

Yes I’m rich so Im in my own bubble

[verse 1]

If you not in that bubble don’t hit me up

Text your lil mamma told her pull up and fuck

If she make me nut i might buy her some grub

It’s 4 am, and I’m still in the club

2020 my year, yes I will catch some dubs

Won’t buy her Chanel, but she might get some uggs

[verse 2]

Runnin thru the city

Ya I’m runnin from the opps

Fucking on your bitch

And I’m shootin at some cops

Xans in my pocket

Got Percs in my socks

My pockets deep

Like I’m moving crack rocks

My pockets deep

Like I’m moving them bricks

Gon fuck on yo bitch

Totin guns like they sticks

I got that designer

My shoes they are ricks

I text ya hoe

Ya she wantin the dick

I text ya hoe

She say she down to cheat

I’m finna pull up

Deliver this meat

You try to stop me

Then you gettin beat

You try to stop me

You catchin this heat

Drive a Ferrari

Ya it’s a 2 seat

She say she hungry

My meat she gon eat

She say she hungry

Got filet mignon

Ya I got bars

Like I’m dc the don

Ya I would teach you

But I don’t work for kahn

U ask for your friend

But your homie gone

I won’t mow ur lawn

U think you are cool

Lil homie ur drawn