Givenchy - Intellectual

Big bag , big racks

I’m on that same shit

Barely got a license but I bet I’m still gone lane switch

100 in a backwood yeah we smoking on propane bitch

Just declined a caller and I think it was your main bitch

Get cash , flip that

That’s all I’m thinking

I could show you how to turn your Abes into a Franklin

Sipping on this codeine got me standing like I’m legless

Lotta niggas shady like that boy who made “My Name Is”

You could not fuck that bitch , if she was sober

You get her off the xans but you can’t get her to come over

Cuz she sleeping with me

Not catching Zs

What you pay her for pussy she spending on me

Put this shit in a hearse

You smoke dirt

I got this out the earth so that hating won’t work

I walk up in the bank

They yell my name

Put a vid on they snap with us yelling “gang gang”

I got bitches that got bitches

Hit the plug like what the business

Swerving bumping chicken chicken

For my niggas in the kitchen

Niggas dissing up on Freshie , I ain’t even being mentioned , I ain’t even took off yet

Lil bitch pay attention

Pulled his bitch off the wrist

Pulled this bitch off the whip

I spit real nigga shit and I’m fried off the rip

Bandana on me like I’m Pac , but I’m not

Eyes low off the pot , pockets looking like snot

Watch me change the tempo , then I’m out

Always told myself that I wouldn’t sell shit but too many niggas saying it was a drought

She brought me to your house , now I’m all in your spouse , told her arch her back out , then I buss in her mouth , when I’m done wit that I’m out then it’s back to the stu

Pointing out the hits like that nigga Babe Ruth

You a tweeter , I’m a leader

I’m tryna find a keeper

Wit racks just like Serena

And badder than Selena

Rolling like a molly

I be smoking like I’m Tommy

I don’t even rock Givenchy

Made by Kiki on my body

Big racks , big bag