Keep It Cute - Intellectual

[Intro]

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Fuck these bitches thought

Lil' dirty ass bitches

[Verse 1]

Lil' bitch, keep it cute, you ain't gangster, you a thot

All you gotta do is say my name if you need clout

That lil' TikTok money stop, throw you in the drought

Talkin' sticks, but your scary ass always in the house

Who the fuck rap beef 'bout a nigga? I'll spin it

I'll pay dawg to get the fuck on 'bout his business

Rappin' just like me but I'm the mama, that's the difference

Bitch, you know how many time I had to discipline children?

In the drop top screamin' out, "Bitch, stop hidin'"

You ain't never did shit but write a rap, stop lyin'

When the pressure on, quick to smack a bitch 'cause I'm violent

When you speakin' on my name, better keep that shit private

[Chorus]

Last time that I'd check, I was that bitch on these streets

Y'all gon' make me pop out and beat the shit out these freaks

In the striker three deep with a stick in each seat

'Bout to line a bitch up, say she thinkin' shit sweet

You went and settled for the work and not the plug, bitch, crazy

If I really wanted Stunna, I'll go and fuck 'Baby

Book yo' lil' show and make you think it's sour gravy

Stomp yo' shit, cricket, make yo' ass get braces

[Verse 2]

Y'all don't got no type of motion, man, I hate this bitch

You really gotta be down bad just to date this bitch

To rockin' his chain, pop your stupid ass and take his shit

Gon' make me dissapoint the kids, then play yo' shit

Beat yo' ass down the block, you know how shit go

Don't let this rappin' shit fool you, really [?]

That nigga put yo' lame ass in a Carti' watch

My type of niggas buy Rollies, ho, shit blown

Fat and old stick-bug-lookin' ass goofy

Only pop for a year, already givin' out coochie

Be happy you a bitch that cuff one of my groupies

I don't gotta cap for a song, them interviews prove it