Flex Up - Intellectual

[Intro]

(It's a real Ice Kold season, bitch)

Blatt, blatt (Hi—)

I don't wanna hear about shit, where the racks at? (Hi—)

Twin walked in with couple sticks on him, just like Baghdad

Made two bad hoes lip lock, I'm a bad man

Only fuck exotic shit, yeah

If she ain't dropping neck, get the fuck out the whip, yeah

Probably got like five racks on my fit, yeah

He a lame nigga, ain't on shit, yeah

Yeah, I know they ain't think, I'd flex up just like this, yeah (Pow, pow, pow)

F&N got some kick, yeah

You can hear the tires fucking up the strip, yeah

Never wait in line, lil' bitch, we in VIP, yеah

I just poured a line, nodding off the 'Tris, yеah

Had to make her mines way, she eat the dick, yeah

I just told, "Nine, roll another spliff", yeah

Big 'cause just got out the pen for serving bricks, yeah

You see me with gang everywhere I go, nigga

If you wanna play that game, we could up the score, nigga

I'll never ever go out like no ho', nigga

I would never wanna go out like that old nigga

I just touched down in LA, I'm on the road, nigga

Yeah, black truck where we roll, nigga

Yeah, and you know we ride with pole, nigga, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Whole lotta fuckin' money

Blatt, blatt (Colder than ever)

I don't wanna hear about shit, where the racks at?

Twin walked in with couple sticks on him, just like Baghdad

Made two bad hoes lip lock, I'm a bad man

Only fuck exotic shit, yeah

If she ain't dropping neck, get the fuck out the whip, yeah

Probably got like five racks on my fit, yeah

He a lame nigga, ain't on shit, yeah (It's a real Ice Kold season, bitch)

Yeah, I know they ain't think, I'd flex up just like this, yeah

Woah (Pow, pow, pow)

Pow, pow, pow

[?] (Ice Kold, bad bitches [?])

(Hi— yekiH—)

(I don't care if it's like, ine degrees outside, homie

Me and my bitches go to the club and pop shit, regardless)