Fast Forward - Intellectual

[Intro]

(It's you)

(Ooh, Fredo)

[Chorus]

Need a M quick, wish I could fast forward

Give a bitch dick, I ain't gotta beg for her

Need a M quick, I wish I could fast forward

You be hatin' on yo' gang, I heard you need to pass more

Yeah

Bitch, I'm uppin' that score

If it's up, then I'm dunkin' shit like I'm a small four

Shawty say that I'm a dog, make her get on all fours

I could click a button once and make it open all doors

[Verse]

If you play, bet I line him up, call him Paul George

Bad bitches in bikinis, room lookin' like the shores

If you want it, then it's yours

But you gotta do your chores

I quit fuckin' wit' these bitches 'cause I'm up a couple floors

I quit goin' to the mall, 'cause there's nothin' in them stores

They say, "Why you makin' songs?", bitch, just wait 'til I'm on tour

I'ma rock out every show, I'ma turn up evеry city

I'ma make sure that evеrybody in the world fuckin' with me

Oh, you don't? Oh, that's cool, you a joker

I'm in her throat all night long but I don't know her

I'm not cuttin' grass, but I'm walkin' with that blower

Nevermind, heard they snakin', so I'm finna use the mower

Glock-17, I'm gon' shoot it like I'm [?]

Baby, this a Hemi, you can hear it in the motor (Damn)

Vroom-vroom, finna sweep 'em, need a broom-broom

Bring her to the room and then I beat it just like boom-boom

I've been ballin' on 'em like I'm Mike with the Loon' Tunes

[?] through the summer, I could name my shit the June tunes

Bumpin' when I'm rappin', turn it up, you hear a doom-doom

I ain't been asleep, goddamn, think it's noon soon

If you say it's up, then I'm jumpin' like some moon shoes

Glock Jimmy Butler, yes, I'm walkin' with the deuce-deuce

I wasn't finna fuck her, hell nah, she was loose-loose

Heard you got a shooter, he ain't hittin', think he need boost (Yeah)

Choppa shoot him in his face, get a SpeedFlex

I told shawty use her knees, like I'ma test her reflex

Only bustin' guns on the 'net, call him [E-Sex?]

If he play, we gon' mix his ass up, but I don't eat Chex

Told her put that pussy on me, baby, I don't read texts

She gon' get a Birkin how she slurpin', got her [?]

Yeah, fifty in the clip, swing a stick, I feel like Betts

White boy, runnin' with the heat, I feel like Rex (Yeah)

Wintertime, I ain't dressin', I'm just switchin' Techs

If your God fall, then he gone, I ain't takin' hex

This a bird chest, baby, I don't really got pecs

But she know I got that [?] like the Loch Ness

Huh, they was sleepin' on me, now, they cannot rest

I be all up in her mouth, I am not Crest

She like, "What you thinkin' 'bout?", I'm like, "Oh, yes"

Need a million right now, don't want no less