Pots - Intellectual

[Intro]

Huh, huh, huh, huh

Pull up, then I swerve

Ain't got no pancakes, but I been pouring out the syrup

My twin ready to blitz, all I gotta do is say the word

He really ain't on shit, that boy just chirping like a bird

He think I want his bitch, don't want his bitch, she get curved

I mean, I ain't want his bitch until I seen the way she twerk

I just caught a body, I just killed the pussy, yeah, I murked it

I been countin' money all day, ayy, my hands hurt

I'm tryna get inside her body like a surgeon

He tryna get some money, but it ain't workin'

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches, they ain't worth shit

I had to cut you off, 'cause you weren't worth it

She said I look good on Instagram but I look bеtter in person

She askеd me why my cross upside down, I told her I'm cursed

I know she don't really give no fucks, she just want me to buy her a purse

If you're scared, read the book, huh, or go to church

I spend that dogshit and I don't never get reimbursed

Before I ever miss, bitch, she gon' miss me first

She said she want some Ken Carson to come quench her thirst

She thought she was grabbin' my dick, but she was grabbin' on my thirty

I'm fuckin' on a M.I.L.F., yeah, ayy, this bitch like thirty

Chrome Hearts glasses on my face, got me lookin' nerdy

He thought I ain't know where he stay, and I pulled up swervin'