off a bean - Intellectual

[Intro]

I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy

(Outtatown radio)

I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy, I'm goin' crazy

No bullshit (Hehe)

(A-A-Art Dealer)

I swag like Dover with this shit

I sag my pants, shirt oversized, look like my clothes don't even fit

My chain was swingin' in her eyes, she like, "Woah, woah, this nigga lit"

Can't let her get a piece of my pie, she wouldn't go if I weren't rich

Where would you be if I weren't fly? But that's not the case, I'm poppin' my shit

Spanish bitch don't know English, all she know is, "Sí, papi"

2025, I'm still pourin' purple, yeah, I'm still havin' Wocky

I worked for everything I got, fuck you mean I'm bein' cocky?

I was off the bean, roll up on my jeans, ain't got a ashtray, nigga

Can't waste time, only poppin' out if it's 'bout six figures

She don't waste time, only wine and dine if you a rich, lit nigga

I was small time, had to fall in line, now I'm big bag-getter

Off a bean

I won my team championship rings

I put hoes in cars and shit

I'm in the Rolls with stars and shit

Widebody, double-parked this bitch

I'm in the booth with the drug kit

I got every pill you can name

I got every stick, no aim

I just get low, then swing

I'ma swing that stick just like a bat, home run

Now the bottom of my shoes red, but these not Louboutin

Murakami bag, my bitch so bad, she rockin' Louis Vuitton

Miu Miu, Chanel swag, she bustin' out that JPG dress

Girl, I'm tryna get inside ya, now we flesh to flesh

Fuck you mean? I pop out skinny jeans, yeah, and they distressed

Serve junkies, they shoot up amphetamine, I'm shootin' up a check

Got the swag from Dover Street Market, these niggas can't dress