Throwback - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah

Ooh, ay

Yeah, ay

Make her throw it back, I ain’t talking bout a Odie

I got my mask on, so how the fuck you gon’ know me

Goofy ass ho’s, thinkin’ youngin really phony

Playin all these bitches like a Playstation, Sony

I call her to deliver, gimme top, no pepperoni

Fuck around and sip on that juice when I get lonely

ATM n allat’, hm, can’t clone me

Quick to disappear on a bih like I’m dope wit it

What it do, yeah, I’m finna shoot

Cold heart but you could be my lil passion fruit

If you on that weird shit then Ima boot

I ain’t from ATL, but I like a lil new (new)

I’m a monster to these ho’s, call me Nessi

Finna zigzag on the bitches likе Messi

Yeah I’m really saucеd up, you just zesty, a lil ice cold, hockey stick, Wayne Gretzky

Feel like 2010 Drake when you Miss Me, how you spin the block, fuck around and got dizzy

Lucky number 7, roll the dice, shit get risky

Better grab a pole, Bass Pro, she get fishy

Yeah I got the chops like a meat market, vintage garments so I had to hit the flea market

My lil stink boutta bag, had to deposit

Wish I met her ass again, lemme restart it

I don’t smoke, I just keep it blunt, baby

My lil stink bag, go ‘head stunt, baby

Really- Really in the field like a punt, baby

Keep a trucker hat on, why they front, baby

Hughh, You still my lil joint, baby

Check the scoreboard, put up points, baby

Pipe down, they talkin’ bout your voice, baby

Bad Boys keep it G, like Detroit, baby

Make her throw it back, I ain’t talkin’ bout a Odie