TWELVE 30 - Intellectual

[Intro: Atay]

Ay, yuh

Twelve thirty, we gon' roll up

If he don't know us, motherfucker, get to know us

We just tryna blow up

'Bout to get the bag, get the dough up

She act like she my friend, she ain't cold, uh

She sippin' on the soda

It's been a minute, yeah, you know I'm back

It's 2020, motherfucker, screamin' 'Free Kodak!', yeah

When I get it, Imma have my stash, and I'm not talkin' petty money

Always cash on cash on cash

Yeah, take a look at my dash

I'm doin' 1-5-5, you won't see me crash, I'm cookin'

Imma show up to her place, no cap

But now she wanna get the rings, so she drop that ass, I'm lookin'

She comin' over, she told mе what she gon' do to me

I think she might bе spanish, I'm speakin' it to her fluently

Buenos Dias, I think that she get it through to me

She told me that she go to college, thought it was Community

Ay, physic major with a big ass, she tryna be Pam

Baby, we could never be that

Tell me where to be at, and Imma come through, I don't feel bad

She gon' give me top from her kneecaps, they don't wanna see that

Fuck! Shit! Bitch!

I'm not Sheck Wes, and I'm not that rich

But I gotta bad bitch, and she suckin' up on my dick

When I'm rappin' I feel like Travis, motherfucker

It's Lit!