Like - Intellectual

[Intro]

Grrah, like

(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

Why you tryna come for me, like? (Why you tryna come for me?)

Her man, he a munch, he in love with me (Yeah)

Like, please, not too much on me (Not too much on me)

I be poppin' shit, but do it humbly, like

Why they tryna come for me, like?

They know they can't fuck with me

I be poppin' shit, but do it humbly

Like, please, not too much on me (Grrah)

Okay, let's talk about facts (Facts)

She gettin' bigger than rap

In his mind, I be runnin' them laps

I got my niggas in check (Grrah)

Feel like GloRilla, I'm blessed

Thеy wanna know what's next (Uh)

Bitches got me vеxed

Left my ex depressed (Depressed)

Not too much on me (Damn)

If you say that shit in private, say it publicly (Mm)

When they said I wouldn't make it, that shit stuck with me

Now it's up with me, bitches know what's up with me

Niggas know what's up with me (Like)

Walk through with my shades on, hoodie on

I ain't tryna end up on The Shade Room

Never been a dayroom

I done kicked the door down on this bitch, they gotta make room

"How she hit the charts off a word, ain't she fake news?"

I got all my haters sick (Uh), now they face blue

Screamin' FNF (Grrah), like, I hate dudes

I don't even chase my lick, why would I chase you?

Yesterday, woke up that bitch, today, the same move (Let's go)