Killstreak - Intellectual

[Chorus]

I call up your bitch, I know she a freak

She already let me fuck, I met her last week

Thought they was applauding, I'm clappin' her cheeks

I fuck so many bitches, I'm on a killstreak

Feel like Joe Frazier, I knock out the beat

I can't talk right now, bae, I'm too high, I'm geeked, yeah

Got some bitches they wanna vibe out and they freaks, yeah

If you run up and tweak, you get smoked, you get chiefed

I hate being sober, just like Chief Keef

I ride in a rover, I ride in a Jeep

But this a Trackhawk, not a regular Jeep

These niggas be talking money, but they cheap

If I'm talking money, lil' bitch, better believe it

She call me cocky and conceited

Like Michael Jackson, told her, "Beat it"

Now she got her knees where my feet at

[Verse]

I got this lil' bitch on her knees, yes

She suck it up with no gag reflex

You flew that bitch out on a P jet

Now you looking for her, like, "Where she at?"

I just Ubered that bitch right to me, yes

Fucked her after you took her shopping, yes

She don't tell me no, all she tell me is yes

She talk to her friends like, "Girl, he the best"

And when it come to me, she'll leave the rest

But I'm good, I'm still in the hood

Do you understand? Am I understood?

I get to them bands, there ain't no nothin' to it

Anything for the money, I know you'll do it

I'm rockin' these shows, I know you won't do it

I'm fuckin' these hoes, I know you won't do it

I'm rockin' these clothes, I know you won't do it