FTP - Intellectual

[Verse]

Ayy, ayy (Bitch)

I got style, nigga

You know I love the wild, nigga

I'm masked up like I’m miles, nigga

Yeah, ayy, and my sound so foul, nigga

I told that bitch sit down, nigga, I cannot have no child, nigga

Yeah, ayy, It's too weak like a trail, nigga (Bitch)

Never turn 'em down, nigga

Got the futuristic sound, nigga

I'm a dog *bark* pound

You ain't never sell a pound (I'm a dog)

And I fuckin' love my crowd, I will not stop 'til at rolling loud

I got a tape I'ma drop, cause it’s hot

Me and this bitch like peas in a pod

Lying on me like you sleep on a cot

Bitches so thick, I be losing the plot (Bitch)

You is a bitch, you be losing a lot (Bitch)

I am a lion, Hakuna Mata (Bitch)

Fuck the police, fuck the cops

Did it by my lonely, RIP to Speaker Knockz (RIP)

Shawty give me- Shawty give me brain 'til she rot (I like lеan)

She like shots, and my gun go grah-grah-grah

Feel like Sosa in this bitch, at thе bank like Ha-ha-ha

Ay, Spanish bitch, she Dora

Know I love the whores, yeah

Texting hoes, it is a chore, yeah

Send some niggas at your door, yeah

Your niggas hit the floor, yeah

Fuck the pigs fuck the pores, yeah

Nut up on her face, fuck her pores up

I can already taste the fucking lean before I pour up

You a loser and you sore, yeah

I do not endure ya

I will not endorse ya

Heavy like a horse, yeah

Real niggas can't love whores, no

I'm just like a chauffeur open doors, bitch

My niece asked me "Is these real?" I said "Of course"

I love scamming niggas on the Tor

Fuck the police, got a switchy in my fucking drawer

Fuck the police, got a switchy in my fucking drawer