Studs - Intellectual

[Chorus]

I got it straight out the mud

Now both of my wrist on flood

Look at my neck suds

Bitch we strapped like studs

I like to fuck when I’m sober but I like to fuck even more on the drugs

You trying to beef bout a bitch, you in love with that ho, but to me she a bug

I used to be broke now I got a bag I’m thanking the man up above

Got sticks in the shows he get outta line then we might just shoot up the club

I fucked her one time she blowing me up she told me she can’t enough

See I can’t be hanging with scrubs

I know niggas who will kill you 'bout dubs

Bitch I’m balling like Curry and Klay

Get money and stay out the way

My foot on the gas no breaks

All these chains on my neck like a slave

We will run in his house like a raid

Sneak dissing ain’t getting you paid

Bitch I slept in the trap house for days

Then I got on my knees and I prayed

She say she see how I’m doing my thing now she wanna suck me and swallow me

You all on my page you liking my pics but damn you don’t even follow me

We straight out the hood, we come from the trenches, we came a long way from poverty

And I hope you ain’t planning on robbing me

I ain’t taking no apologies

But I got it straight out the mud