Friday - Intellectual

[Intro]

Full House Productions

I don't tippy-toe for no one, I ain't trippin' on no ho and

I'ma keep makin' my money, when I need to I'ma blow it

Keep to grindin' every day, and every night I'm gettin' faded

Now you won't catch me on Twitter, ain't got time between my paycheck

To be lazy, baby maybe you ain't heard my new shit lately, me and Steak make fire daily, y'all should all feel quite ashamed and

If you think we ain't a threat (ayy)

Watch out for your neck, take one minute to think before you get knocked out like Friday

In the booth, on percs, on lean, can't move

In the club, throw one, bitches on me, old news

Stu time, get my check, flip a brick, pay my dues

Natty Lights, Juul hits when I'm with the dudes

On Mars, can't drive, get the Tesla, I'm good

Big dreams of gettin' money, blue hunnids, I can't lose

Pull up on a bitch boy, hit 'em with the Drako

Skrrt back to Seth's house, tap a keg to celebrate

Get head from a random bitch, no bitch, I don't wanna date

People with they hands out, like they deserve a piece

I laugh, then pull up on them dripped in designer mink

Summer of '18, finally comin' to an end

Drinkin' every single night, like it's the weekend

Nattys, Keystones, and forties of Bud Ice

Shit taste good, don't worry 'bout the price

Sleepin' til 2, and stayin' out til 3

Shoutout Parth, but the bum life ain't for me

Started movin' shit, and sang the Dolly Song

I was in that Texas heat all day long

The heat couldn't stop me livin' the dream

Full House Mob, the only team that I need

Bongzilla, Harvard, stack cup, beerbong, shotguns, flip cup, and don't forget beer pong

Way too many ways to get fucked up, just don't forget to fill up your cup

Fuck up you in trouble, got a Full House on you

Beachfront penthouse, that's called BP with a view

Hit the strip club after, might buy a dance or two, or three, or four, one more before close

These hoes, just pose, when it snow, they blow nose

These flows, they so pro, my jacket from SoHo

Pull up in some Polo, dollar sign my logo

Tequila, then coco, these girls go so loco

In Kansas with Toto, get twisted like yo-yo

You ain't fly, you Dodo, you a clown, you Bozo

My engine, its turbo, this track is inferno

Got paper, got raw dough, Full House Mob, you know though (uhh)