crunch - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Chxsen)

Go, go

[Chorus]

No time, onna crunch

Hell no, you not hittin' my blunt

Damn bitch, is you wit' it or what?

Flex up, way I wake up n stunt

Racks up, seen a bag n she stunned

No I can't stop makin' these plays, need a honeybun

N this bitch brought a friend, lemme have a lil fun wit' them

But her other friend chopped, man I pray she don't come wit' 'em

[Verse]

Want a dap but that's not my guy

Inna crib, lemme call my vibe

Racks comin' in, Mashallah

Bitch want me, I'll come right by

On my dick but I don't 'een try

Soss rollin' like, "Damn, I'm fried"

Smokin' that bullshit like he not fried

Off this dope, I might lift off

Don't got no cut, Soss he pourin' that Lipton

Big Glock sit-big Glock sit right on my hip though

Wanted smoke but that fuck nigga dipped though

Play his song bitch you know imma skip those

Not tryna hear nun of that shi

Not tryna hear-not tryn' hear nun of that shi

Get the rock n I call me that iso

I know, these niggas watch from the side tho

Side hoe, she not 'een really my type tho

And my pockets too fat damn they might need a lipo

Greenin' out, I thought this was a light bowl

No he not one of mine, don't know my code

Pockets heavy, got titties like gyno

I be stressin' n shi, hit the blunt then I'm fine ho

These niggas not on shi, fuck it not nun

Why he-why he keep talkin', nigga my son

Thinkin' it's sweet but I'm not one of them

Niggas switchin' n shi when they see all these funds

Bitches switchin' n shi when they see all these funds

I throw five-I throw five but I'm really the one