Lights Out! - Intellectual

[Intro]

They gon’ talk down on me

Uh talk down

Imma take the top down

556 knock your lights out

They gon’ talk down on me

Uh talk down

Imma take the top down

556 knock your lights out

[Chorus]

Tell her see ya, goodbye

But she back in three days just like Jesus when he died

Tryna ride the wave, they got caught up in the tide

I’m addicted to the money so these hunnids I prescribe

Okay, smoking on that green ugh

I feel like a fiend yeah

In that Tesla roadster I go fast on the scene

Diamonds on me yeah they bling

Flawless garmеnts check the seam

Now thеy wanna ball with us but they was never in the team

[Verse]

BB that’s on me, not taking belt, I’m talking baddies, bands

Switch these bands from Lizzie’s straight to Benny’s, guess my money trans

Run, run, run, run up the racks, fuck I got a cramp

She ask what I’m doing

I said shut up you won’t understand

They want surf my wave ugh

All of these niggas gon’ drown

I’m popping my shit while they closing their mouths

They want to come fuck with a nigga right now

I get to the money like Zuck

I’m bouta go up

Yeah get too hot I’m bouta erupt

I flood my wrist don’t give a fuck

Coz bitch I keep on going up

I be a starter you stuck in the little league

Counting me out but you cannot get rid of me

You just a mini me

Yo hoe feeling me

Get to the money white girl like Hillary

Locking it up like Dellavedova

They bouta fumble like Dennis Schröder

Yo hoe yeah she bend it over

Get too high I’m going sober

[Bridge]

We count up the bands, we count up the bands

Need no helping hand, need no helping hand

Push ‘em out the way, push ‘em out the way

Going up again, going up again

[Chrous]