Covenant - Intellectual

[Intro]

Glime yea, Glime yea

Glime, ye uh

Drop the top off the coupe but we got some drugs in it

Swear I'm loving these blues the way that they comin' in

That lil bitch acting a fool I got a ho subbing in (Get out get out)

Bitch tryna' come to the room, ho tryna' suck my kids

Hop in that coupe jus' zoom the cops ain't catching shit

We in all black like grooms and we lookin' fresh as shit (Fly, yea)

Pockets ain't have no room them motherfuckers fat as shit (Fat as fuck)

Pockets they filled up wit' blue's my pockets look dead as shit

Walking wit' all of my troop, movin' too militant

No I can't switch on my glime lil bitch that's the covenant

Watch how I count these racks, Watch how I'm thumbin' it

I don't care bout' no hoe, Yea I'm above a bitch (Yea, glatt)

Up in the A wit' my glime we was just up in the Fifth

I was so geeked out my mind I can't remember shit

Racks Imma' throw that shit yuh'

He talking all on the gram, Man y'all go out like a bitch yea

They tryna' stop this shit, But the gang way too lit ye uh

I just went up on the list ye I just went up on a bitch yea