Foreala - Intellectual

[Intro]

Lately, I don't really give a fuck about that dumb shit

Fuck that dumb shit mane, fuck that other shit man

Hey, yeah

[Verse 1]

Fuck feelings, I don’t got those

I be curving like Cut Throat

I be swerving them potholes

Probably taking all your hoes

We don't fuck with no 5-0

I put packs in the bandos

I count racks on the low-low

Ima have to hit and go-go

I'ma have to hit it woah-woah

I’ma have to hit it slo-mo

Turn a bad hoe to no more

Whole bow just to smoke-smoke

And my choppa just a throwaway

Don't give a fuck what nobody say

I'm eating off every single plate

Tell 'em fill me up, I want every scrape

Yeah yeah, bitch I'm rolling like a eighteen wheelеr

Smoking dope and I hang with them killers

I dip molly, I еat acid on the real, on the reala

Oh, foreala?

Oh, for real?

[Chorus]

Oh, foreala!

Always flexy, always worky, I don't fill up

Why he clutchy, always clutchy on the trigger?

I got bags, I got bags, what you figure?

Hang in the trap, In the trap where I live

Run it for me, bring it back and I'ma surf

All these packs I'm bringing back, a lot of work

I don’t even mean to flex but I got work, I got

I’m flex

Bitch I'm flexing now, I got money now

Try and check me now

No you can’t play me now

Know just what I want, want

Know just what you won't, don't

No-no, I won't front you

Tell me what you want to do

[Interlude]

I’m flex

I'm flex

[Verse 2]

Big Glock in the console

Two pills, that's a combo

I was booming out condos

Pulling out in them quattros

Give no fuck about a follow

I've been real since a day old

I tote steel like Shaq-O

I don't feel none of you hoes

Smoking dope at the fillmore

If I fall I'ma still roll

Painkiller just to feel more

And my heart like a steel door

And my trap like a festival

Come thru but you can't go

I just need to know what's real tho