common loot - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Freak hoe want me smash it

I might fuck this hoe, then pass it

I'm so five, might get it tatted

Tryn' get racks, tell lil' bro, "Tap in"

New pape' in that backend

Boy wan' flex, he not even havin'

Brand new Goyard for my baggage

Skrt off, SRT, might mack it

Yuh, yuh, in that coupe

Yuh, Sk-skrt off in that coupe

He shop Pacsun, common loot

Twin on hots, might boom at you

Yuh, wit' Corb in that booth

Glock do magic, he go poof

I-I-I'm in Magic City coolin'

Said he’ll kill me, he won't do it

[Verse]

R-roll gelato in this raw cone, I ain't never juulin'

I just cash out at Balenci' and threw out my Trueys'

Bih' wan' slide my crib, like what the fuck we doin'?

Nigga said he broke, like we already knеw it

Mama found my music, said she proud of me

Fuck them boys that doubtеd me

I spent racks on my Prada jeans

W-Walk in buyin' out the store, might fuck up the economy

Said that was ya hoe, why she on top of me?

Jersey, I'm wit Juggz

I'm wit Tyson, bih' we good, yuh

Diss me, wish he would

Stomp 'em out, BB foot, yuh

N-no, don't drop that lo'

Bet that lil' boy he got took

Go 200, won't get booked

Fuck class bitch, ain' read no book