never know - Intellectual

[Chorus: Slump6s]

Bitch, you'll never know

This shit gettin' old

Just to be the real

Lil' bitch took my soul, she won’t leave me ‘lone

Spent five-hundred on a watch, nigga, what you know about it?

I don’t really got no friends, I don’t fuck with nobody

She gon' throw it in the air, make her touch her toes

Yeah, don’t really fuck with rat niggas, not at all

[Verse 1: Slump6s]

Yeah, twin caught that boy jumpin' the fence

I get deep in the water, I'm drenched

They want me for a show, call up Benson

Dropped out of school, give a fuck about attendance

Just fucked that lil' ho, she want all my attеntion

I rock all-black, I don’t blend in

In the car, while I'm just countin' Bеnji's

[Verse 2: Che]

Yeah, fuck a groupie ho, now she such a home-body (Yeah-yeah, yeah)

Yeah, nigga said there’s smoke? He could hit my phone 'bout it

Ah, and I step on shit, just like it was Foamposites

Said she caught me with another bitch, I don't even know 'bout it

I don't fuck with nobody, yeah, I just went back home with this bitch (Yeah)

She ain’t telling nobody, yeah, bitch, I'm gettin' gone once I hit (Yeah)

I been on my own, swear to God (Yeah)

Just copped it, two-hundred for a fit

Why your ho catchin' two up on her lip?

Yeah, make him flop out the wave like a tuna-fish

[Verse 3: Slump6s]

.55 bullet, might catch that boy

She wan' suck on my dick, I know it

This ho blowin' my shit, annoying

Love my bitch, she built like Coi

Ha, walk down, nigga, we killed that boy

Talk down lil' nigga, I ain’t no lil' boy

Yeah, shorty tryna play wit' it, yeah, we been at the top, bitch

Yeah, this little ho tryna hang with me, they be just tryna top me

Lil' nigga, count hundreds, fuck 'bout what they saying 'bout me

Watch, I'm changing the topic (Yeah, yeah, hmm)

All of these niggas just talk shit

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Niggas be showin' fake love, this shit toxic

[Verse 4: Che]

Uh-huh, niggas wanna crash out, 'bout a bitch, oh no

All that other shit on the low (Yeah)

That's another brick, 'nother sold

Just another hit, 'nother gold

I done made a bitch leave his soul (Yeah)

Niggas know that beef critical (Yeah)

I ain’t trying to piss no one off

[Pre-Chorus: Che & Slump6s]

And my whole wrist Audemar

I ain’t fuck no bitch, I forgot

All you niggas sick, oh my God

And I put on shit, oh my God

Got to keep it close