Colors - Intellectual

I’ve been looking for a honey

Only focused on her money

Coke, acid and the pills, pills, pills

Man the worlds full of junkies

Tree hugging when it’s sunny

I keep collars on my bunnies

All my sisters they be angry

When they find me with the colors

I’m just looking for a lover

My favorite ones are green and gold so

Please don’t tell me how to love me

R.I.P. out to my puppy

Stomach turning had me suffering

You a dealer or the custy?

Chum Bucket or the Krusty?

Either bee stings or busty

Every Angel need a Buffy

Drinking Merlot like they slushies

Cashmere call her Jazmine

When she faded off Mimosas

Watch her turn into a pornstar

Home movies like Brendon

Tip teasing got it tender

Pull up with a fucking lemon

I got seeds she got melons

Every exit ain’t an entrance

Pheromonies or the shellfish?

They got levels to the Benzes

Every pussy ain’t a heaven

Swiping on Tinder

Somebody’s bio: “Tryna take pics in your mirror”

Used to dancing with the killers

Now her motion picture Thriller

She remind me of novellas

Action movies got her tearing

Pussy only rival Beerus

College student her appearance

No one told her I’m the villain?

Got em choking Reggie Miller

Where’s my Chloe, Halle or Solana?

Ella Mai or lady Jorja?

Gabi Wilson? Mahalia?

One day baby ima find ya

In the wild like Eliza

Really hoping you’re a rider

Not vagina, talking lifer

I got essays no 1 liners

I know everybody want ya

Don’t deprive me of them waters

I got some money in stocks, hope it don’t drop

Tryna be wealthy in 5 years

Chasing bourbon with the scotch

Damn why do they hate when my kind here?

I got permits for the cops

I got good at taking shots

I’m just tryna own a block

Every color on my smock

Got em dancing for Degas

I be looking at their jeans

Tryna get up in that helix

Dark chocolate in the cream

Never said she was an actress

Really good at making scenes

Only 8ths up in her backwoods

She be snapping call her Thanos

Got me hiding in my camo

Went from chilling in the chatroom

Now a guest on her cam show

They gon tell you what you can't do

Better not have em near you

If you’re useful, ima keep you

Good with math? Run the susu

I ain’t nothing that you’re used to

Only weakness, maybe new moons

Some be smelling like Naraku

Don’t be drinking out their bottle

All their heroes were the Cosby’s

All my heroes turned to fossils

Doing dirt behind the ivory

No escaping what the eye see

Nothings ever really private

Ain’t no pluses only minus

Really tryna get beside ya

Sleeping on ya, hit the siren

She be dreaming of the Titans

In and out the Carolinas

She could teach you bout designer

What she got? Not from China

Switching Pandas when she’s tired

Heard her cousins on the 9ers

They got Murals on their body

Photocopied thank you Iris

Sugar baby is a grinder

Always smelling like some coffee

Never been a 9 to 5er

Ain’t no heart up in the tin man

You might never get your bitch back

Opened up without a wristband

Every roster play the 6th man

In that Pinky on my Riff Raff

No time for chit chat