34 Years - Intellectual

(Intro)

Im 34 years old and- (Im 34 years old and-)

Im dying (Im dying)

I don't know- (I don't know-)

Where to turn- (where to turn-)

(Chorus)

I be nodding out, on my topic

On my bottle

Bitch I’m reaching in my bag, until I hit the bottle

Bitch wan- bitch wan hit the bottle

I fuck supermodels, I fuck- I fuck supermodels, skrt

Skrt, Louis model (skrt)

Bitch I’m 34 years old, and you know thats the motto

Bitch I’m- bitch I’m 34 years old, and you know thats the motto

When I pull up, they all hot

They be so hard to follow

They know that I’m the hardest, that’s the hardest pill to swallow

We- we got weed, bae we got pills, bae we got baby bottles

We got weed, bae we got pills, bae we got baby bottles

I can't do no driver, get up on that highway

Bitch I'm from the city, huh, i ain't have no driveway, huh

Grab up on her titties, then i fuck her sideways

Aye, I be running from 12, you know i run from sirens

Aye, on this medicine, no, i ain't got no sinus

Looking for me, at the show, like eli, “can you sign this?”

I got drugs, like what you need, lil nigga come and buy this

She wan fuck on me, cause bitch i got the touch like Midas

(Outro)