Security - Intellectual

(Chorus)

Ayy, do his ass like 40' up

Where the grown bitches?

I'm tryn' fuck on somethin' 40 plus

In that party, ran through 40 cups, 40 hoes, 40 blunts

Walk in through the back, like fuck security, I got the 40' tucked

Walk round' with these racks, with no security, I'm gon' spend these bucks

Run up on that nigga, with no mask, and throw him in the dutch

Now she told me she tryna hold hands, I'm tryna count these dubs

He was talkin' shit, he got knocked off, we rolled him in a rug

Not a bag takis, I pulled up with a bag of shotgun slugs

I'm tryna heat these bitches up, and lose like every one

That pussy boy don't got no swag, he look like every one

Shawty on me, she like my swag, she say I'm one of one

Shawty just pointed at my dick, she say that's what she want

I'm tryna fuck that bitch in paris and fill up her croissant

I'm in this bitch with YSL, ain't talkin' no Saint Laurent

You see my name, and that shit ring bells, cause bitch I'm really on

When I do what I do, you ain't coming back, that's it, you really gone

I'ma roll my blunt, I'ma just sit back and turn my tunes on

Bitch I'm a real ass nigga, this some real ass shit

We don't know whatchu on

Bitch I'm a real ass nigga, this some real ass shit

We don't know-, ayy

Bitch I'm a real ass nigga, this some real ass shit

We don't know whatchu on

And that bitch say she want me, I'ma pull out my dick

Give her something to chew on

Wake up in the morning, grab my tool, put my shoes on

Got so many hoes around the crib, it's hard to choose one

Bitch I'm too fucked up, R.I.P Young Pappy in the club with two cups