TRAINS - Intellectual

Chorus:

Twin bitches running trains, I'm vibing

Lotta drugs on my horizon

Tip-toeing round the room, fast car go zoom

Trippin balls off shrooms, got me miming

Bitch pressing me but don't know heimlich

Bitch, get the fuck outta my climate

Bitch, get the fuck outta my climate (x2)

Verse:

My pronouns are Bout/Bands

Your network is a tin can

My man window dressing

Keep the pressure up, he fuck with sand

Why you bragging bout another mans wrist?

Meanwhile, I pull up with Captain Underpants fizz, uh

Dick so big, over encumber that bitch

She loving the lumber, the lumber ain't damaged

She go Ed Gein, way she make me a chair

Switching my mans, I got otters and bears

I'm counting up, repping Ptolemy stares

Faggots incoming, beware, uh

Pull up like Goofy- end of line

We watch a movie and she likes

Watching her smile, fuck she shine

Skewer that bitch like my dick is a pike

All your friends fake, you belong at Fosters

Movies we making are getting me Oscars, uh

Fucking that bitch 200 ways, throw me around like a jobber

I fuck with men, women, all body types

If your mom lookin bad, fuck it, I'm Wanda Sykes

Wanna ride like a trike, I got 3 dicks, it's aight

Imma drink till I'm blind- fuck a light, I'm goated

Whoa, fucking, bumping Lil Baby

45 bucks on my wrist, lavish lately

Driving used cars, but to me that's a Mercedes

Got a problem with it, bitch, fuck you, pay me

See me in your GF house, she a Stan again

Told you do sumn bout it, you a mannequin

She tryna lend a hand like she Anakin

Moving with force on my shit