BB - Intellectual

[Pre-Chorus]

(Boop, boop, boop, boop)

(Pssh, pssh, damn, pssh)

This ho keep callin' me BB, but it's BB on my belt

Buddy, you not my habibi, I don't even know myself

You can't get no money, all these bitches only thing you sell

You ain't catchin' no damn bodies, buddy, you ain't catch no kill

I know you ain't gettin' money, I know you ain't makin' dough

Bitch, I'm sleepin' with my Tec, yeah, I'm sleepin' with my Kel

Kel-Tec, yeah

Sleepin' with my Kel-Tec every night

We in this bitch, I make those stacks, so I hope we fine

I told my mom, "I'm so lit, I won't ever die"

Fuckin' hoes like Quagmire from Family Guy

Yeah, bitch, I made this beat, so you know it's hard

Got this ho stuck in my meat, this ho got me hard

And she said shе like my fingers, not talkin' guitar

Lil' bitch, I just got a PJ, I don't fight guitar

I want Hermès on my PJs, bitch, I sleep in Hеrmès

Catch so many hoes out of the park like whole new derby

I don't want that Sprite, the only Sprite I like is dirty

I told that bitch to do my homework 'cause she's super nerdy