401K - Intellectual

[Verse 1: zura]

Uh, uh, yeah, 401K, got Percs, oh, I can't see

Nigga, I just made my season

Nigga, go out, count that green, yeah

I don't even know my—

Uh, uh, uh, uh, what, what, what?

Nigga gonna' run that back, bitch, I'm smoking that pack, uh

Bitch, I'm smoking that gas, too high like I can't rest

Bricked up, so I finna blast, like beats, I gettin' my bag

Like bitch, get hit with a blade, like, baby, you can't go back

You droppin', that shit was ass, you dropped and that shit was wack

My music be sounded like Creg

Take a Perc, I be feeling it right now, right now

Bitch, I got it in my bag, and I cannot pipe-pipe down

Yeah, got a pussy talking shit on the live, do you wanna fight now?

Got my cheese like a cash cow

Got more ass and they ask how

Uh, before I do this shit, like I don't know none

She took too much of that shit, and now she took a Xan

Bitch, I don't play with— uh, uh

(Beat, beat)

I don't play with that, play somе 2K, play the match (Uh, uh)

Take this shit like Pеrcocets, this ain't checkers, this is chess (Bleh, bleh)

This the game I'm playing, yeah, I ball like Scottie Pippin (Beat, beat, beat)

Apollo, like this the mission, this is the intermission (Beat, beat)

I can switch my voice up like I'm Carti (Beat, beat, huh)

I be pulling all these girls, my names Charlie (What? What? Bleh)

Everybody hates me like I'm Chris (Ah)

I don't even give no fucks bouta' bitch (Ha, ha, ha, ha)

If you insist, I might have to jump of a bridge (Yuh, huh, yuh, hey)

Jumpin' off, jumpin' off, jumpin' off drugs (Yuh)

Jumpin' off, jumpin' off, jumpin' off—