FMG - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]

Was at the cookout with my other, other, other man, mm

That done got me into some motherfucking trouble, man, uh

Texas boy the way I love it, love it, love it, man, mm

All these new niggas they stealin', but it don't hit the same, uh

Feel it in your veins, uh, nigga, I love my gang, mm

That's why I fuck my gang, mm, why I fuck my gang, uh

Ain't no play today, these ain't just 808s, uh

This a murder case, uh, this a murder case, uh

Ain't no pushin' me, uh, uh, I change your head into Caesar

Ain't no hit on me, uh, uh, if that boy ain't seen it

He lucky that nigga still breathin', I don't know what y'all seein'

Take my shirt off, run off, then I swallow that nigga's semen

Uh, done being humble, so I had to flex

Way that I rack up my bands, make 'em sweat

Forty acres and a mule on my neck

Better to talk to me with some respect

Heard they ain't make it, I couldn't have guessed

I'll cut the RAM, my connects, they invest

And I'm chiefing the keef of a pound of the best

Doin' it right take a couple attempts

Had to keep climbing and catch the ascent

Made it look casual 'cause I'm the best

Studio gallery over our wrists

Hold on, exactly what do you suggest?

Where I'm aiming, ain't no use to a vest

When I'm on ten, I get cream

But the scene that I leave is grotesque, it's a finesse, yes

Way she throwin' it so fast, you'd think she need some Tommy John

Surgery, nurse gon' pass me over, give me that scalpel please

Diggin' through this shit like it was '06, Poké things

Green Lamborghin' look like Bulbasaur and his dad (Wow)

Catch 'em all, uh, bubblegum ain't allowed, uh

Sittin' up on that terrace, drinking red wine with cantaloupe

Thousand-dollar phone, what the hell can't answer for?

I can't see the haters, man, uh, Harry Potter cloak

Let the shit rock, we comin' like a landslide

They don't call me up, they hit the cell, don't hit the landline

Feet up, sippin' hibiscus, ow, I burned my damn tongue

Sea salt on that cookie plate, I call that Atlantic crumbs, uh

She from Idaho, her friends call her tater thot, uh-huh

She from outta town, she never seen the ocean, wow, huh

She asked me what's my favorite place to spend a lot? Uh

That depends like a adult diaper box