Adlibs Pt. 2 - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Had to steal for the money, we got past

Shit get real outside, shit get tragic

Niggas still outside we in traffic

Niggas still ain't fucking with my ad-libs

I gotta have it, buying all the newest fabric

Jessica Rabbit, I put karats on a bad bitch

Soon as the bag in, flip it over like gymnastics

I gotta have it, so I ain't doing no relaxing

You know that I do the most for the cheese

I was down bad but I got this shit busting, we came a long way looking out for the Ds

Same nigga used to serve you Robitussin

The block is hot but the chain is on freeze

I'm talking money and they saying nothing

She do her thing when she get on her knees

I get the mouth but there is no discussion

[Verse]

I'm switching lanes in the Ghost I'm a phantom

It's 30 gang we don't fuck with no randoms

And when I get to the racks it's a and-1

See my whole team scoring no they can't stand em

Gotta make it flip but I really want the Bentley coupe

If you get a bag and lose it all then you been a fool

I got mob ties way deeper than your swimming pool

You ain't gonna hear me talking about it on no interviews

Made it happen, Matches told me that he proud of me

I be working, tryna triple my salary (triple my salary)

Look at they face, can't believe that they doubted me

Hate in my heart, had to get that shit out of me

Falling apart, niggas need a new battery

Diamonds be beating, I might catch me a battery

I was sleepy, fill my lungs with the Cali weed

Top smut, think I got em all mad at me

Pop up in her mouth like a cavity

You still pop, shit is a tragedy

We just hit a stain on the Ps, you was dead wrong

Champagne on the PJ with the leg room

I don't pop beans smoke weed 'til my head gone

And if you get this shit backwards its redrum

She smoke this D like a Backwood her head strong

I went outside looking for someone to flex on