cyclone - Intellectual

[Intro]

Blatt

Ha, ha, ha

(Pussy ass niggas)

Y'all niggas be straight talk, I don't fuck with traitors

Young nigga in my [?], that is not my bae, no (Yeah)

Seventeen with a bag, I keep the bank notes, ha (Like fuck you nigga, fuck you nigga!)

You better lay low, racks on his head like a halo

Bad ass bitch say "hey" though

She gon' fuck, she don't know my name though

I need the racks pronto, I don't know you nigga, what could I know?

I'm the main nigga, yeah, the side show

She gon' eat the dick with no size though

Grab that, there's my size, hoe

I don't fuck with a side hoe

Eating good, steak and fries hoe

She said, "Zen, boy, you too cold"

Too much racks, got a migraine

I smoke weed but I'm alive though

See these niggas like a cyclonе

I keep the bread, get thе wide door

Yuh, new whip, it's a wide body

Slime him, he a nobody

Man, I'm boutta' spend ten racks for the hobby

These niggas fake, that's why they behind me

Yo' bitch on me, she tryna look like me (Yeah, come on)

Get to the bag, you don't gotta remind me (Yeah, come on, yeah)