EMO - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Nigga ain't talking 'bout bread, he Keto

I left my ex-bitch, turned to an emo

I like my bitches a lil' emo

Feel like Curry, shoot it from three, oh

Pushing his wig back, give that boy chemo

All black fit (Hey, yeah)

Rocking all black, niggas thought I was emo

I ain't even gon' cap I made bands off casinos

Hit it off six, man I feel like I'm Rino

Think she in love, she keep sending me emojis

Glock-19, with a motherfuckin' beam on it

If I get up, then I'll put my whole team on

VVS diamonds that bitch got a gleam on it

Straight off the [?], Number Nine denim

Arcteryx jacket, G-Star jeans, this shit never еnding

I got a Glock, hold thirty rounds, the mag was extendеd

Why is you cappin' bout shit you ain't had, what's your intentions?

I coulda bought all the shit that I had ever wanted

Undercover hatin' niggas, they mad that I do shit they don't

I ran up a check, [?] avant garde

I get so high that I talk to god

Young nigga beatin' the odds

Don't like gas nigga where is the stizzy

I put on Rick just to clean up the kitchen

Don't piss me off nigga my finger itchin'

They said that's it's fish in the sea, took em' fishing

Nigga you can't touch my business

Boujee bitch looked at my fit, said "It's giving"

You could not be me lil' nigga, keep wishing

These niggas be mad at the money I'm getting

Talk down on the gang and you finna go missing