X - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Neilaworld)

[Chorus]

Ain't no Teen X no more, it's just X, bitch

But I'm still gettin' high, still pourin' fours in my beverage

No Family Guy, I treat all my hoes just like Meg

Closed mouths don't get fed

If you got somethin' to say, then say it

I prefer sex over head

I prefer Wock' over red

Whip McLaren, nigga, fuck a 'Vette

No, these niggas ain't seen this yet

I sip lean, I don't sip on no 'yac

I'm a vampire, I turn to a bat

I get money, I count it, I stack

Need a bag, niggas spendin' they racks

[Verse]

Fucked her once, now she attached

You get punchеd dissin' a bat

I'm rollin' up, they like, "What's that?"

I'm smokin' on that new opp pack

I just took off a nigga facе tat

I pulled up in that SRT

Hellcat creepin' up the street

I let shots off, I heard 'em scream

Can't fuck with my clique, can't fuck with my team

It's Opium shit, X-Man off a bean

You can't fuck with my gang, you can't get in between us

Say he want some clean, but I sold him dust

For a bean, that bitch'll fuck both of us

Like Little Caesars, this ho hot and ready

Yeah, my bitch dress just like a nun

And my money, it weigh a ton

I don't go nowhere without my gun

In New York, I ride with the machete

Bitch, it's X-Man, fuck all that teen shit, but I still pour codeine in my beverage

I got rich, but I'm still servin' fiends, if you out of town, you know I'ma mail it

Ain't no coppin' no less than a P, I'm servin' these pounds, I ain't gotta scale it