Security Measures - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Icey, I'm so sick of you)

I'm puffin' on terps, this out the oven

I'm trappin', you niggas is clubbing

My turkey bag filled up with muffins

My car is a gas guzzler

I hand off a bag to a customer

Sorry, lil' bae, I ain't love you

Sorry, lil' bae, I ain't trust you

The bank keep changin' security measures, damn, I gotta adapt

My phone is acting funny today, damn, it might be tapped

I passed the bitch the blunt I was smoking, her lungs had nearly collapsed

I cut her off, no, I'm not sorry 'cause she had got too attached

I had a dream, my bitch was cheatin', I broke up with her on the spot

My plug was playing, he tried to short me, I robbed him right on the spot

Ain't putting my faith in no human, I'm putting my faith in this Glock

Since niggas is nosy, I'ma go up and give them niggas something to watch

My guns is rеal, but I be telling the policе these is props

I told the label I need ten mill', I gotta few moms and pops

Niggas just sittin' around watching IG, they lazy, they some slobs

We pullin' up back-to-back drops

We climbin' our way to the top

I'm looking up socials, gettin' real freaky with numbers, there go a file

She bad as hell, I cannot pull out of her, I gave her a child

He anxious, he want some 'za from me, I pulled up and sold him a pound

My youngins hurtin', I gave em a drop, they pulled up and laid him down

I'm wipin' out ATM's for every dollar they can dispense

It's me against the world, damn, I feel like 50 Cent

These niggas talkin' too much, but they account ain't havin' a drop

I'm SpaceX with this schemin' shit, I'm runnin' through unions to a box