Conceited - Intellectual

[Intro]

(We on X Games mode)

[Chorus: LBS Kee'vin]

I'm back on my old shit

I never show no emotions

Stay down, I was focused

I used to ride in a Focus

Bitches ignore when I'm in the Ford

Now I'm up and I'm thankin' the Lord

It ain't nothin that I can't afford

When I'm fuckin' a bitch, I record

Make a movie whenever I'm bored

Keep a scale and a gun in the drawer

She gon' fuck me to stay in Dior

She be beggin' to go to the store

I was trappin', I slept on the floor

All my whips robotic

Conceited like I don't know nobody

Let me talk my shit, I got it

I'm fly as fuck, I don't know no pilot

[Verse 1: LBS Kee'vin]

I keep the racks in my bank account

Niggas talkin' bout robbin', what he thinkin' 'bout?

I keep a Glock, we can bang it out

Nigga try mе, kill 'em, ain't nothin to think about

I got a lot, it's a big amount

Take a bitch inside thе mall and she pick it out

Louis, Givenchy my denim now

Niggas follow me but I took a different route

Niggas name be all in the statements for small crimes so we call 'em Minnie Mouse

Johnny Dang made my mouth bright when it's nighttime

I'm friends with the dentist now

With the gang, I love all them niggas for life, I'm gettin' in my feelings now

Want the fame but I had to wait for the right time

And I'm gettin' bigger now

[Verse 2: 2KBABY]

I'm just gettin' better, I stick to the cheddar, I just bought a sweater to go with the weather

My youngin's down for whatever, we never let up ,gotta keep it together, yeah

Tell my little bro keep the setup

Watch the city cause niggas gon' set up

Keep a Glizzy, a nigga get wet up

Just lay off the .50 and don't let 'em get up

Bro I swear all the niggas be mini me's

But these niggas they wanna be my enemies

I made a call to the plug for a fifty piece

And you know that shit cost more than fifty G's

Now I be like are you kidding me?

I know you niggas be sick of me

Y'all just keep tryna get rid of me (Uh-huh)

I heard that them niggas gon' send for me

They think they gon' put an end to me (Uh-huh)

Know you were hittin' my remedy

If you know, you ain't no friend to me (Uh-huh)

Niggas be saying they kin to me

I think he gone off the handle, B

[Verse 3: LBS Kee'vin]

Desperate times call for desperate measures

Cut her off, she ain't special

Sellin' lines, now I eat spaghetti on Italian leather

Hit once and I made her go crazy

Got a lil' bop in her, you ain't having my baby

I been fucked his spouse and I made the bitch clean my house

Look mama we made it