Inappropriate - Intellectual

[Chorus: Backend Foreign]

Walk around with the dick out they telling me it's inappropriate

I pull up in back of that 'Rarri I feel like some groceries

Go to sleep with that chop that's probably when I am the coziest, yeah

I can't depend on them shooters

Niggas out here tryna air some strikers

I'm not a stepper but I will for my life

They gave me surgery, cut me deep and ain't think twice

They sewed me up and left a demon still inside

I'm havin' mob ties, J. Prince

We spinnin' in Porsche trucks, Cayenne

We still havin' murder talks in the den, yeah yeah

I know my opps still be praying

But they on the internet, still playing

But fuck 'em, it's rest in peace to their friends, yeah yeah

We pull up faded, Clippers

Diamonds dancing, rhythm

Surrounded by some killers

I'm surrounded by some murderers

1600, you've heard of us

No STD's, who roy as us

I prayed to my Glock inside of church, yeah

She was naked before I can blink, I didn't even ask

He one-fifty inside of the Urus and didn't even crash

Count one hunnid' in cash, and left out with crumbs in my hands

If I want I cop it I don't even look when they scan it

There's nothing I wouldn't do

To spend my life with you

Conversations with codeine

I'm sky-high in the nosebleeds

I'm best friends with the dope friends