peter pan - Intellectual

Hi, Junko

[Chorus]

Eugh

Hope my ex-hoe like, "I miss my man" (My man)

Copped some designer, now I miss my bands (Yeah)

I got dreams, want a Lambo, what the fuck is a van? (Uh-huh)

Redefined, you making hits, Goddamn

How I become a goat? I'm surrounded by lamb (By lamb)

I'm fly as fuck, nigga, like Peter Pan

If he run down, we turning his lil' ass to sand (Oh yeah)

Hoes on my meat because I'm going ham

Know some hoes on my dick 'cause they think I'm the man

Young nigga copping a Gen 5

This that expensive shit boy, why the fuck would it jam? (Why the fuck would it jam?)

Nowadays, everyone grimy

If I'm not toting, that bitch on the desk near my hand (My hand)

Whole lot of drums in the frontline, sound like a young nigga in the middle of directing a band

Eugh (Okay, okay)

Think this hoe tryna dance (Dance)

This hoe cheating, said I left my jeans at her place, fam (Fam)

Don't mean to flex, but my closet full of them foreign brands (Foreign brands)

And, when I checked the pic you sent, that hoe was unbranded man (Unbranded)

Yeah, tuh-uh, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh

Used to get clowned for staying out the mix, now niggas wondering how I'm doing shit

Been making music, I'm just tryna get rich, 'cause I know broke niggas tryna flip bricks