PENT TALK - Intellectual

[Intro: DaeMoney]

(Get off, June)

Yeah, yeah

(Nice job, Forest)

These niggas can't fuck with me

[Chorus: KARRAHBOOO]

Let that nigga hit, you thought that he was finna trick, huh?

Ain't got no whip, but spent three thousand on your 'fit, huh?

You thought that you were safe until you seen that blick, huh?

Don't know nobody that can get you on the list, huh?

[Verse 1: DaeMoney]

They say, "Slae, you the one, oh, you that dude, huh?"

A hundred bands, that shit got you in your groove, huh?

You take them Xans, they be switchin' up your mood, huh?

Jerome Bettis, man, they say you runnin' through thots

I heard you got your frrt-frrt and a new Glock

Won't see my face, my hands in it, bustin' moves, huh?

You done got smarter, ain't no way that you can lose, huh?

A nigga play and he gon' end up on the nеws, huh?

I be on that cross states, huh, that world tour shit

Slam A Slut records, run up bands off a ho bitch

You ain't hеard of me, it's obvious that you don't know shit

I'ma tell you Wockhardt, you ask me who I go with

They askin' 'bout the grind, I'ma tell 'em that I'm loadin'

Ain't even in my prime, but a nigga still goin'

I'm Shedeur Sanders, Coach Prime, yeah, that's Yodi

You see Rafa, know that's Shaq Diesel and I'm Kobe

Get in a different mode, they should call a nigga Frobe

[Chorus: KARRAHBOOO]

Let that nigga hit, you thought that he was finna trick, huh?

Ain't got no whip, but spent three thousand on your 'fit, huh?

You thought that you were safe until you seen that blick, huh?

Don't know nobody that can get you on the list, huh?

[Post-Chorus: KARRAHBOOO]

Damn, damn, damn, damn

[Verse 2: KARRAHBOOO]

It's 4 a.m., I'm in the hookah spot, I'm eatin' lamb

I'm goin' up, these bitches stuck, I guess they in a jam (Yeah, yeah)

I'm out here tryna get a bag, she tryna get a man

Not doin' nothin' 'til I see the money inside my hand (Okay)

ATL ain't got no shopping, order from Japan (Mhm)

Can't go live for thirty days 'cause IG got me banned (Damn, damn)

Yeah, he sellin' fake IDs but not the ones that scan (Go, go)

You don't ever gotta come to me 'cause I don't want your man (KB)

[Verse 3: DaeMoney]

She like, "Why you ghost me?" I been lit, you blow me

How you talkin' all this pape' shit and you ain't show me?

Spend a pair of white Lows, that's just when I go eat

Been sippin' fire every day, heard it's slow out in these streets

Call yourself a boss, ain't got no chicken, man, you niggas weak

Keep countin', still sippin', that ain't got nothin' to do with me

I just got a text to my phone, she said she through with me

Your friends, yeah, I hit a few of these, so I'm cool with that

I don't go back and forth with bitches, I ain't doin' that

Some light paper shut a bitch mouth, you just new to that

You don't even pop out with your strap with your goofy ass

I ain't huggin' bitches once I'm out with your groupie ass

I was down and niggas tried to blaze me, now you blew the bag

These niggas ain't even on my level, man, I'm blowin' past

I got the whole mob in my corner, they like, "Show they ass"

They done pissed the wrong nigga off, I'm finna show my ass

[Chorus: KARRAHBOOO]

Let that nigga hit, you thought that he was finna trick, huh?

Ain't got no whip, but spent three thousand on your 'fit, huh?

You thought that you were safe until you seen that blick, huh?

Don't know nobody that can get you on the list, huh?

[Post-Chorus: KARRAHBOOO]

Damn, damn, damn, damn