Rough - Intellectual

[Intro: Koujas]

(Desire, you know you rockin' wit' 'Rada)

[Chorus: Koujas]

Bitch, I count my racks and it stand so tall

I don't care 'bout that bitch, either way I'ma ball

When this shit get rough is it you I call?

She on the perc' and the xan', she doin' it all

She wanna hold my hand when the shit get rough

G43 and my brother, he keepin' it clutched

She wanna talk all the time but I done had enough

Sayin' she love me but I'm callin' the bluff

[Verse 1: Koujas]

Look at my pocket it's filled with the knots

Bro got a switch and it came wit' a Glock

Look at these (N)ine jeans, Rick Owens my feet

He wanna talk tough but then he get delеted

I'm in NYC wit' a bad lil' bitch, she came wit' a twin

Hop out a forеign, my diamonds they hit

You can't see through the tint

Hop in a two door coupe wit' a bad bitch

She ain't average

Designer my clothes, she lovin' my fabric

[?] the fashion

Alyx on my buckle, my belt I'ma fasten

Clutchin' on plastic

I'm takin' his bitch, I'm hittin' wit' passion

My money elastic

I got, too many, thots, they wanna see me

Look at me ma, I be on TV

Takin' his thot and I'm doin' it easy

We doin' him bad, we doin' him greasy

G43 and it hit up his meezy

This shit we been on it, they talkin' now we on it

[Verse 2: Trapp]

They talkin' shit, we on it

Give a fuck 'bout yo' big homie

I keep the Ricks on me

Niggas be mad 'cause they bitch want me

That boy so broke, man that shit too funny

Man, that shit sad

I got more racks than yo' muhfuckin' dad

And that nigga be talkin', that nigga be mad

I'm takin' yo' bitch and I hit from the back

Nigga talkin' that shit, he got hit with the mag

In a SRT, bitch, I'm goin' so fast

My bitch [?], you know she gon' pass

If she ain't fuckin' then I gotta blast

He talkin' that shit, I'm doin' him bad

She see my fit, she likin' my swag

I walk in the mall, I'm poppin' them tags

I get to the bag, know these niggas mad