Bag From Hell - Intellectual

[Intro]

He hasn't slept in probably, ah, seven days

Yeah, I'm tryna run up a bag from hell

She say she stay over East, had to tell her, "Be ready, bitch, I'm 'bout to pass Chapelle"

Her biological father be hatin' on me 'cause I'm tryna be her dad as well

He went to Amazon just to buy trackers to put on her car, that shit sad as hell

Twenty-five for a plain-jane Yves Saint Laurent

Condo, Streeterville, rent 5K a month

Five new cars in my granny driveway a month

Whip it out, whip it up, let it dry, shape it up

Hang it up, raise a cup, wеigh it up, pay it up

I ain't get a deal 'cause my ways wasn't gay еnough

Fastbreak, two points, only time I'm layin' up

Make it make sense, all these rappers just sayin' stuff

Not tryna argue, lil' bitch, I'm obeyin' stuff

Niggas don't listen to you when you layin' stuff

Why niggas always wan' talk when I'm playin' stuff?

You ain't even like that for real, you just playin' tough

You probably sit when you piss, nigga, stand up

Run in your shit with them pistols on camera

The foenem might creep through your chimney with Santa

He hasn't slept in probably, ah, seven days (Ayy)

Yeah, I'm tryna run up a bag from hell

Speedin' in the Demon and this a coincidence, I might need Jesus to grab the wheel

She never ever done uppers and she tryna kick off a night with a half a pill

Baddie from Cleveland, she fuckin' Odell

He turned down Chicago, so fuck him, oh, well

Big bankroll can't fit inside rubber band

Nino Brown, drop-top Jeep with the dirt I'm in

I done hit Uptown freaks I won't slut again

Creeped in a frat bitch dorm, she was studyin'

Six-hundred-dollar two-liter, pourin' muddy in

Fucked and left, shot a text, "Thank you, come again"

Call me Run-DMC, I'ma Rev Run her friend

He dropped a Cinco, he 'bout to go dumb again

I was on the come-up when your shit was plummetin'

Rap every sentence, ain't no time for fumblin'

My diamonds flawless in case you was wonderin'

Lost in the sauce like you Alice in Wonderland

Fuck with me, I show my ass like the plumber man

They hear me clearly, I'm not with the mumblin'

I drop, they like, "What the fuck he done done again?"

Yeah, I'm tryna run up a bag from hell