Sad in Magic City - Intellectual

[Intro]

I’m a scientist

But it can’t be proved

It can’t be disproved either

[Chorus: Since99]

Bitch, I’m sad up in the goddamn club

I’m in that tank, up in that tonka, catching goddamn dubs

I’m throwing bands at the dancers, but i just need hugs

I got the racks in my jeans, now they showin’ me love, lil bitch

[Post Chorus: Since 99]

I can’t take no L’s

Vacuum seal, that package smell

She want a Telfar and a Birkin, i’m about to send both through the mail

I need the racks on me and it’s urgent

Copping a brand new Prada veil

Bitch imma stay clean like detergent

I put a fat dab on the nail

He got a fat bond up in jail

I got a fat pack up the dale

Bitch, I be cuttin’ up just like a surgeon

I feel like Chief Keef, cuz I earned you

You got no bands, that is concerning

Go in reverse, like Julius Erving

Lil bitch, I am high, I’m fuckin’ up, turnin’

Blunt on rotation, and that bitch is burnin’

[Verse: gucci thief]

Call the plug, bitch, need a burner

I’m in L.A., smoking on some cookie

Can’t fuck with these niggas, I know they be rookies

I know she a 10, I know she a model

Hop in the Beamer, I’m going full throttle

I’m in the strip throwin’ all this money

I’m with the gang, got that nigga running

I feel like I’m young, just bought a Tesla

I’m flexing just like a wrestler

I’m whipping this shit like a spatula

I’m fuckin’ lit baby, spectacular