PULL UP - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Teyo]

Okay, praise God, Hallelujah

Hop off my dick bitch, I barely even knew ya'

The time gone, bitch I'm gone

From [?] to iPhone

I'm Grease bitch, bitch milestones

Got a dime send the rhinestones

We spit it in the phantom

I be going too dumb

I got us a temper

Step back like Kemba

I'm a bread winner

Woke in September

You can't catch me slippin'

I swear bitch like never!

[Bridge: Teyo]

Fuckin' weak baby that's too light

Hol' up wait a minute baby that's too tight yeah

Hol' up fella, that ain't right

Rockin' fake shit but that shit ain't tight

Fuckin' weak baby that's too light

Hol' up wait a minute baby that's too tight yeah

Fella over here, man that ain't right

Rockin' fake shit but that shit ain't tight

[Verse 2: Pretti Yung]

Baby sit that ass right over here

I need a new bitch, a new car, a new year

Baby I was once there whippin' up the sauce

But now I run the kitchen, yeah, I'm the big boss

Try to diss me but you're at a loss

'Cause I ain't dont shit wrong, while you done lots

Why you look so scared?

I'm on your left

Cause' park over to the right and hit you in the jaw, yeah

It's a good night and it's the last night

South of the south, yeah you know we got the TEC-9

And we rep the orange colour for the Seaford Line

And you gotta give pussy, it's your deadline

All you nerds talk hella shit online

But meet me in person, and see that I'm divine

That I'm divine

[Verse 3: xenon]

Trap Michael Jackson I'm a Smooth Criminal

See me sittin' on my car, that's a goat on a Lamb

See me sittin' on my car, honeys say "damn"

Damn Daniel, back with the white Vans?

I be sellin' out shows in Kazakhstan

My songs been blowin' up like the Taliban

Ever since then, yeah, I became the man

Hol' up

Let me switch the flow up

I don't have AIDS but I got a Magic Johnson

Flow so clean it'll put you in a coffin

We the first rap group to ever get it poppin'

Spittin' so much facts, even Jesus calls me Prophet

Hit up all the banks, just to count up all my profit

Know my choppa gay, had to pull it out the closet

Count up all my bread, found it hard to close my wallet