Cougars - Intellectual

(Mac.. yeah, bitch! Yeah)

I be trynna tell Justice with the cool pants I make cool songs

Then I remember who I am by night the DM gon'

Been saying sorry soon’s I can.. Why not? I know I'm wrong

I let lil baby be the net ‘cause she be going long

I let lil daddy stick around, might let him text my phone

He thought he had me.. almost did, but he don't know my songs

I got a sad bitch give me lip say I don’t hear her

I got this savage on my hip feel like Shakira

Ain't let him fuck me so he trynna fuck my ho'

Still love his first love so I told her it's a go..

Don't take her out ‘cause she be doing too much snow

It's always south I'm ever going for the pole

I got this naked bitch on FaceTime had to turn my brightness down

Think for a second I'm gon’ breakdown then I’m gon' first sight the clown

I hope this bitch don’t search my likes

Ho' that's a private party

She called her bro to watch him die

No, I don't fight I’m sorry

I go by Mac, I keep a thick bitch around me

You heard that bap? I told ‘em quick hit the sounding

Jump start the wood, I know it's lit when it's browning

I said I'm good, I said I quit now she frowning

They call me Mac(kie), and I love me them cougars

New to her thirty's said she been went to Hooters

She think shit sweet know she be fucking on my shooters

I never answer ain't no need for me to boot her

(ZHAÉ)

Yeah my niggas shoot, they supposed ta'

Alley-oop, put yo' bitch on a poster

Ice on me and my bitch need a coaster

Almost better than my lawyer I'mma closer

Call ‘em, it's a wrap if it ain't kosher

Don't send me that pack if it ain't Doja

And don't give me that cat if it ain't Doja

Like my chicken in rotation like a roster

Gotta' do a checklist before I leave the do'

Phone, keys, and wallet — and I can't forget my pole

Gotta' bring the weed case a nigga want some smoke

Nigga ain't een heard about me, better let ‘em know