Run Up Digits - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Got these bitches enlisted to twist it

She in my pants she beginning to fidget

She want a Xan but I'm not gonna give it

If I did that I could end up in prison

I'm just tryna run up digits

High, till the morn

I get fly, then I'm gone

Bitch sit her ass down like the fasten seatbelt sign is on

She wants to take off grab the weed and light the bong

How I'm so high I didn't even write this song

She want me to take my shirt off so that she can try it on

I smoke weed and then I skirt off and that bitch can ride along

And it's legal cause I need it so police let me drive on

Thot wan' kiss me

I'm on drugs not tipsy

I run bucks up quickly

Got these bitches enlisted to twist it

She in my pants she beginning to fidget

She want a Xan but I'm not gonna give it

If I did that I could end up in prison

I'm just tryna run up digits

Do this for me got no competition

Pills doing something I got altered vision

Bitch drooling on me so I stuck a dick in

Fried, no Kentucky chicken

I'm just feeling the drugs kick in

Bitch know where my balls at if she wan' kiss 'em

I don't know where her calls at I always miss 'em

I took too much but I still think I need more

I'm on too many I forgot I took three or four

Taking me to the office and I don't wan' be there no more

Got these bitches enlisted to twist it

She in my pants she beginning to fidget

She want a Xan but I'm not gonna give it

If I did that I could end up in prison

I'm just tryna run up digits