Pinnacle - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Money)

Shitting on these niggas, I ain't reached no pinnacle

Self-defense, bullets on this chopper knock off his tentacle

That dick make her hit notes like instrumental

Bitch, we really trapping dog food like a Petco

His bitch always on her knees for me, I'm on a pedestal

You ain't gon' do what you 'posed to do for me, well, I got a better ho

It's money over bitches, best believe I'm quick to tell a ho

We really getting cheese, the fuck you mean? You better tell 'em, ho

Gangsta Baby on the block with a dirty gun

Need a gram of coco, it's a honey bun

Bitch, you better believe it, I've been one-of-one

Fully auto switch on my lil' Tommy gun

I've been running with them youngins screaming red and rum

She like, "When you gon' stop playing?" I'm like, "Mmm"

Should I get me some head or should I spring? And I'm like, "Mmm"

On that E-way doing the dash in a new Corvette, I skrrt off, vroom

We the maid, mops sweep they block up like a broom

Fill it with codeine, I hold up the medicine

Showing no love, man, nobody is havin' it

Centerfold model, her body, I'm stabbin' it

Put my all in the mic and my heart in the passion

Remember I was broke with the scums and the raggedy

Bougie lil' nigga, I can't fuck on a straggler

I came out the slums, it was mind over matter

Gators and shrimp, big steaks on the platter

Knocked off his baseball cap, batter, batter

I'm the best to ever do it, give a fuck who coming after