Text Now - Intellectual

[Intro]

Can't hang around us, nigga, you too regular

Doin' credit card fraud with your manager

Yeah

Only use TextNow when I'm textin' her

Yeah (P. Dot got that pack)

[Chorus]

Bitch scooped me, I got necked up in the passenger

Freak bitch, might just fit her in my calendar

For you slick niggas, bro aim spectacular

Bitch, I opened up a lot of doors, I'm a janitor

Any bitch touch my bitch, then I'm smackin' her

Now, bitch, go get your brother and we whackin' 'em

Yeah, find a nigga location, we gon' camp out

She ain't got my real number, that's my TextNow

[Verse]

Laughin' at my old hoes, whippin' bands out

All my life, I been humble, let me flex now

Hit the club, throw more paper than a class clown

Fuck a TEC, I'ma use a Cal, Zac Efron, ayy

Talked to Tone for an hour, really made my day

Press my button, grab that stick, ain't finna play no games

Y'all handcuffin' hoes, Fifty Shades of Grey

Bitch mad I hit it quick, you shouldn't've made me wait

Bitch, life short (For real)

We got dog, pills, rap, swipe, and pimp hoes, we playin' five sports (On God)

Known for givin' hoes the boot like Rockport

Ratchet on my shoulder like I'm Joker, no more locked doors

Slide down so many cliffs, grab some popcorn

Black nigga, keep that steel on me, call me Cyborg, yeah

Flow so nasty, need to do some house chores

Nigga, I just want my credit like Job Corps

Ayy, say she wanna be my stuffer

Hell nah, bitch, meet the gang, you a runner

Don't know if your bitch pussy good, I used a rubber

Must've been a mirage, nigga said his diamonds water, ayy, ayy

She said, "They said you was a dog, they was so true"

Duh, bitch, now if you love me, fuck my bro too

I don't believe the shit he rap, I need some more proof

Done scuffed my white Balenciagas, killed my whole mood

Ayy, when I was down, who could I go to?

All the sudden, now you love me? Bitch, on who?

Fuck a class reunion, I done hit the whole school

I feel like Dexter in the lab with them long tools

That bitch you made it rain on? That's my prostitute

It's hams everywhere I go, learned that from Dr. Seuss

Tenth grade, was gettin' head in the locker room

My bitch punchin' for the pink, I call her Majin Buu

If I'm lyin', then I'm dyin', I ain't gotta boost

Ayy, fuck a drive-by, we gon' stop and shoot

Old bitch left me hangin', said, "I'm tired of you"

New baby held me down, I'm so proud of you

Ayy, just told my Draco, "I'm so proud of you"

Keep up 'fore y'all niggas miss a line or two

Bottom of my bitch heels look like Sonic shoes

On probation, but I still keep a Glock or two

Yeah, and that weed in me still, I can't sleep, I can't chill

R.I.P. bro, I can't believe this shit real

For that bread, melt a nigga like cheese when it's grilled

All my niggas got them cans on us, King of the Hill

We brought lean and the pills

Red bottoms on my bitch, call her Jack and Jill 'cause it bleed on her heels

Like a butler, I'm just tryna bring in the mils

Y'all get no passes like you double-teamed in the field

We gon' see what you 'bout since you tweet like you drill

I don't think 'bout y'all niggas, get my cheese, mind my biz

We don't speak on y'all niggas, when we meet, we talk plans

We want bands, niggas grown, still gossipin', they fans

Broke bitches sneak diss everybody with they friends, hey

Bitch, tell your nigga get a bag, why he playin'? Ayy

Three strippers with me and they all off them Xans, ayy

All want me to cuff 'em, but they all got a man, ayy

Bitch, I don't understand, I don't understand

Ayy, you don't understand, I don't understand

Nigga, yeah, ayy, ayy

Bitch, help me— help me understand