Figures - Intellectual

[Intro]

Grrah-boaw-boaw-boaw

Bee, fah, fah

[Verse]

Made a opp disappear, nigga, like a genie

Your bitch givin' head, like a beanie

He cap for the net 'cause he won't come see me

I'm signed to the streets, I ain't signing no treatie

And I'm movin' these packs like a motherfuckin' widget

And I'm spinnin' his block like a motherfuckin' fidget

You rock hand me down, nigga, my shit fitted

I ain't goin' for nothin', yo' whole block get it

Don't go back there, boy, yo' thot in the back

I came up off a play and I ain't goin' back

Boy, you niggas ain't gang, ain't no flag on your back

I'm fuckin' this bitch and I'm pulling her tracks

If he keep talkin' shit, I'ma send him his bitch, traps

Me and my gang got big straps

Said he bettеr than me, I don't get that

And yo' man just died, gеt your lick back

You needa get your lick back, nigga

I'm in New York and I'm countin' up figures

Hundreds and fifty's look good in my pictures

These niggas want beef with me just 'cause I'm richer

Lil' Dami going up

I ain't lovin' these hoes, they gon' fuck up my trust

Gettin' this money a must

If my bro throw the oop, I'ma run that shit up

[Outro]