That one model - Intellectual

[Intro]

(I ain't 21, huh, nuh-nu-nah)

(Huh, yeah)

[Verse 1]

She want love, huh, woah

.40 sending shots, I got a model on this dick, she so stupid, holy fuck

Holy fuck, oooh

She just want to do them drugs, she want to get high and just fuck

I was a kid, fuckin' toots

[Chorus]

She saw the ice on my neck and said, "Do you trap or something?"

D-d-do you trap or something? (Trap, trap)

At the club with a .20 on my waist, but I ain't 21

And not a fucking mic, tell me what you want

She hit my phone, No. you're not my type' type, uh

[Verse 2]

She a dancer, dancer, yeah, she was drunk

She couldn't know the fucking answer

YSL on my jeans, I'm finna pull up with a blammer

Sippin' till I fall, I be slurring out my grammar

She just want the clout, she be pulling out the camera

Pull up on your mans, finna hit him with the hammer

I was so bored, got a new phone, that bitch so old

And she want to fuck me, yeah, we just met and that bitch talking lovely

No, we can't talk if it ain't about the money

Brand new emo bitch and she want to give me sloppy

That shit got you nothing, that shit got you nothing

'Cause all you do is bluffing, bluffing

She saw blood and just passed out, who I'm calling?

I said, "Fuck the feds," huh, what's your plan, hm?

They been tryna lock my mans up in the can, yeah

No, I can't let him go, that's my mans, uh

Threat finna fuck your hoe in a Benz and give her some benzos

[Verse 3]

I'm finna tap the bitch and send her in an Uber

No, I can't love a hoe

Your bitch finna choose me 'cause I ain't cool, that's the truth

I got a lot of money and a lot of blues

The bitch a loose screw, finna get passed to my troops

MJ, Threat, and Sq did some shit you could never do

I fucked that hoe, she let me go, and now it's over, we getting old