Brain, slushy! - Intellectual

[Intro yuke & Jessi Slaughter]

I'll pop a Glock in your mouth and make a brain slushy, okay?

Hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Okay

[Chorus]

I don't get along with too many people, ayy

I just sit up in my room and I get geeked up, ayy

Pop up to the show, make sure all the spliffs rolled, ayy

Smoke up on my spliff and I walk on stage, ho, ayy

Only on the same page if you get bankroll, ayy

I wanna see the lights flashing from like every angle, yeah

I ain't tryna love on you, I'm not into that typa stuff

Baby Beel, I'm from the trap, diamond in the rough, uh

Bitch, I'm busy countin' up and I ain't fuckin' done

Bitch, I'ma just thumb, thumb, thumb 'til my fingers numb

I smoke way too much, I can't form a thought

I can't cuff a thot, 'cause these thots just fuck up my thoughts

Bitch, I'm in a rave with rave bitches, and a two-tone Glock

Used to walk past all the shops, shop until I drop

[Post-Chorus]

Vampire bit me, rave bitch tipsy

Can't fuck with a scene bitch, they too mixy

She snort dust, I ain't talkin' 'bout pixie

She just really misses all her drugs, she don't miss me

She don't understand me, and she will never get me

Bitch, I'm fresh to death, walkin' 'round deadly (Deadly)

And she say she love me, she disrespect me

I swear, everyday I fuckin' walk out, God test me

When I die, I hope that it's painless, resting

When I cut, I just wanna bleed on my bedsheets

Walk up in the bank, I'm like, "Hey, where all my Benjis?"

Huh, yeah (Yeah, hey)