section - Intellectual

[Intro]

S—suko, Y—yomi!

Woah, oh, can barely see shit

I put pills inside my stomach, I'm anemic

I put diamonds on my teeth, huh

What I make in an hour, you can't make up in a week (Ah, ah)

In the belly of the beast (Ah, ah)

I put drugs inside my nerves and then I tweak

And we was never close, no, so that's why we don't speak

Hit Balenciaga, bitch, I'm throwin' bread like Mr. Beast

Pull up to the function, can barely stand it

Put a mask on my face just like a bandit

Caught 'em on the bus just like it's TranZit

Rockin' a Tourbillon, pay me just to glace, bitch

Oh, yeah, we could kill yo' shit, no disinfectant

I been makin' money, yo' bands lookin' anorexic

I might touch down in yo' city, ain't gon' check in

Me and Pitfall steady counting guap in our section (Yeah, yeah)

Hm, hm, fu— fuck, fuck, go

I been throwin' money, feel like Mr. Beast, huh (Go, go, go)

Yeah, Balenciaga steppin', ain't no fuckin' cleats

I walk 'round with gang, I'm with mob, I'm with fuckin' team

I walk 'round with pride, keep that TEC on the side (Go, go, go)

Thought you know that I was fire

Bro on X, he too fried

I'm like fuck it, we on go, I don't care, I might die (Okay, okay, let's go)

He think that he finna kill me, okay, that's just a lie

You ain't really killin' shit, you ain't really blickin' shit

I don't give a fuck about what you talkin' 'bout, ain't doin' shit

Why the fuck yo' girl hit up my phone askin' for fuckin' dick?

Tell that ho, "I'm cuffed, I ain't giving you no fuckin' dick"

Yeah, walk around, I'm in yo' city, like a fuckin' lick, huh

Put an Addy in my stomach 'til I'm fuckin' sick

I ain't ridin' with none of these groupies or yo' fuckin' clique

Me and Pitfall on this shit, boy, you know what it is