Elote - Intellectual

Aska bout tomorrow

I don’t know

My last day to take a breath

But I got hope

If 2020 Donald Trump

Then I don’t vote

You niggas corny

But I ain’t talkin elote yea

I’m feeling okay yea

As long I got money

On my worst day yea

I used to pick up checks

I worked at Subway yea

And now I’m honcho chef

You need to obey okay yea

You feeling so scandalous

I’m throwing a party, in my apartment

Cleaning the damages

You niggas don’t notice the struggle

Being lacking and it’s anger management

That’s why you be trippin at Popeyes

And killing for sandwiches

You niggas can’t handle it

You people that worship the devil

And honestly I’m not a fan of it

Cause I just be killing shows

I’m hot like a candle lit

Know that I keep me a good team

Like Eli Tomlanovich

[Verse 2: Miles Canady]

Niggas get 1,000 streams and don’t know how to act

Stumble in DMs saying they gon blow out her back

Get blocked, realize they ain’t got it like that

They see a nigga doing better, then they go and attack

You ain’t been the man since high school, if I may ask, why you

Walking round like burners ain’t a thing and they won’t fry you?

Or KO like Ryu if you step like you cannot be touched

Stain that windbreaker, take back the clout that you got from us

I mean shit, bro, I knew you was a lame from the get go

Pink hat made you ask where your chick go, she all fours on the floor then she dip low

See you dropping heart eyes on her story, she with me, she gon see and ignore it

Cause I’m taking her out for Elotes, that’s ironic cause we know you corny

So give it up, put your phone down, don’t hit her up

Model X doors, I lift it up, your whip broke down, you Lyft it up

I don’t got the time for no one claiming that they do it bigger

Compliments to Chef Dee because he let me cook these niggas