Sweet2 - Intellectual

[Chorus: fakejoy]

I sent him that beat, said he gon' hit it later, uh

I step off the stage and then I get that paper, uh

Bitch, I'm never on the bench, I'm still his favourite player, uh

I kill— I kill all these bitches like I'm Dragonslayer, uh

They want me to serve like I'm a fucking waiter, yeah

She take me around, she— she say I'm her favourite, yeah

I lock that shit down 'cause I ain't be a hater, yeah

I'ma make some waves, I'ma make a crater, yeah

They hearin' 'bout me, they like, "I'ma shade her," yeah

I be in the cut, not no fuckin' razor, yeah

Yeah, yeah, I told that girl I'd take her to Hollywood

B-bitch I'm bent, I'm throwing up, I'm sorry bae don't look

Bitch that boy was talkin 'bout me like I knew he would

Go ahead, delete it, bro, 'cause you know you should

Baby, Baby, tell me where your man be

Baby, is he sweet to you 'cause I'm like candy

Baby, yeah, t-t-tell me when you're leaving

Baby, is he sweet to you 'cause I'm like candy

You can spin the fuckin' truth, bitches play pretend, uh

That boy want a follow back, boy, I'm not your fan

T-too much people in the room, you know where I'm at

I just keep it to myself, gotta stay on track

I sent him that beat, said he gon' hit it later, uh

I step off the stage and then I get that paper, uh

Bitch, I'm never on the bench, I'm still his favourite player, uh

I kill— I kill all these bitches like I'm Dragonslayer, uh

(They want me to serve like I'm a fucking waiter, yeah)

(She take me around, she say I'm her favourite, yeah)

(I lock that shit down 'cause I ain't be a hater, yeah)