hide - Intellectual

[Intro]

(L1sten)

(How the fuck is this possible?)

[Pre-Chorus]

I don't care what she sayin'

Too-too [?], stuck in a trance

Boy broke, got no bands

Baby this Rick Owen on me, I ain' rockin' no vans

I need that pape in advance

I need that-I need that cash when I land

Number Nine on me, rockin' shi you can't

Undercover tee, I give to my twin (Yeah, go)

[Chorus]

But this overseas drip don't fit, on God

Nigga sad, what you miss yo' bitch? Nigga fried

What the fuck, I ain' trip bout shi, I ain' lie

Niggas sweet, jus' wan' talk onna live

Like, I would buck up with you if I had me the time

Dont wan' talk, I'm gettin' way too fried

When he see the five, that nigga hide

[Verse 1]

When he see us watch that boy, he get low

I'm in New York wit GL, nigga get low

Can't even talk 'bout money 'cause I get mo'

Niggas be grimey, gotta keep that stick close

Made me a band off a distro

New money comin' like we print those

All black whip, don't got no tints though

But you can't even see in this V, you won't get close

Needa back up

Ten toes, don't need no back up

Boy I ball up, get ya stats up

You starving, nigga I get fatter

[Bridge]

Yeah, go

[Verse 2]

Pockets on fat like goddammit, them motherfuckers eat

Focused on money, don't care 'bout no tea

Biggest buffet, they gon' throw up my B

Way I need gas, you would think I'm on E

Bands, bands, bands, got 'em comin' in three (Y-yuh)

Square ass nigga look like Steve

Diamonds all on me nigga like I'm Steve

Twin sip Quagen, hell no he not steez

Tesla I whip it, don't got no key

Niggas still starvin', wan' come to the feast

Just stay in that famine, ain' eatin' wit me