flag - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Bih, bih!)

[Chorus]

Nigga big mad when I walk in this bitch with a bag

I got too many hoes wanna lay up in that Jag'

Hell nah I ain’t swipin' for shit I pay up in all cash

This bitch wanna lay up wit me, oh she funny I laughed

Rossi be too geeked up nigga just took a dab

Too T'd up, ooh I think I might crash

T-two B’s up, niggas throw up my flag

Buffetboy he one of one

I just went black truck I'm tryna ride Cullinan

Two puffs of the gas fuck it then I'm done

Like tell me who the fuck put this grabba in my blunt?

Got me coughin ion' like that shi in my lungs

3.5 I can't roll up, fuck I might crush

Bags, bags, I got a bunch

A-a-ass, ass, shawty throw buns

[Verse 1]

R-racks, r-r-racks, I need my cut

P-p-pockets lift- pockets lift weight ain't no crunch

Jump out the whip, twin got shit in his hand

Cha-cha, Cha-cha make that boy dance

This Glock goin' both ways just like a trans

Boy im offa' this D’ussé can’t even stand

I hop in that Mulsanne I'm tryna bend

Niggas know you gay you a fan

Want me to stop stacking pape’ but I can't

I just copped sum Helmut Lang for my pants

Start slurrin my words they can't understand

Bitch I'm innat Scat Pack im wit’ ten

Ain't goin to pacsun I gotta bag

He think that he Top 1, I gotta laugh

Hondeezy wit' Soss. Glock up in his lap

[Verse 2]

Uh, Tryna get lo' send a pin (Yuh)

Think I might green out again (Huh)

Shawty ass fat onnat sink (Huh)

Perc got em' stuck can't even blink (Huh)

Bending that Scat till it flip (Huh)

In a field bitch I'm sendin' dat blitz (Huh)

Flex all this shi got em sick (Huh)

Like fuck all these niggas I shit, bitch