GOT IT - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Bitch, I'm poppin' my shit, uh (Bitch, I'm poppin', I'm poppin')

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah

Bitch, I'm poppin' my shit, yeah, cash, I got it, uh

Yeah, bitch I'm tryna get rich with my clique, uh

Yeah, I'm just tryna get rich with my bitch, huh

Take a look up at my fit, I'm too lit, uh

Bitch, I'm way too fly

I can't trust no ho, why you tellin' me lies?

Damn, I love you but I had to say "Bye bye"

Nigga tryna steal all my swag, you not I

Yeah, I have some good days but others I wanna die

Tryna numb all the pain, so I get high

Niggas always got they hand out but nobody helpin' me

I can do this on my own, bitch, I don't need nobody

Yeah, I put my all into this shit, started off as a hobby

Niggas know not to try me, I got killers behind me

Put my feelings in this fit, bitch, I step out, way too flee

I ain't used to be on shit, now I'm fuckin' that bitch with a slim body

Yeah, I'm tryna cop some foreign cars, ride in that 'Rari

Downtown with a bag of weed stuffed in the Alyx

It don't matter if it's rainin' I get flee, rock Arc'teryx

Ain't nobody finna stop it, I'ma be who I wan' be

Bitch, I pop me a Addy, lock in, then I just go speak

Only the strong survive, I know that this shit ain't for the weak

Bitch, I'ma keep on grindin', tryna get a mil', not talkin' meek

Tryna swerve around too fast on the highway, Trackhawk Jeep

Gotta look out for yourself 'cause everybody play for keeps

I'm just bein' me, I don't know why these niggas hatin' me