Hyperactive - Intellectual

Got another one down in the whip

Told you baby I'm about all my shit yeah

Imma tell these bitches hop off my dick

You don't wanna get me pissed bitch

Riding through the city with the motherfucking stick bitch

She was talking 'bout me told that bitch to suck a dick bitch

Motorsport dreamin' remember days I couldn't get shit

She will call back, hello bitch Merry Christmas

Making new dough rose gold on my wish list

Chilling in back with my bitch she bout to get hit

I been on top for so long, hyperactive

In her software, trying to see her reaction

She been tryna fuck with me but I can't let that happen

I know you want everything but you can't get a fraction

Bitch you can't get anything bеcause you always cappin'

Me and Myra in this thing and we just got thеm racks in

Y'all just in the slow lane we take the fast route

And we been up and don't you think that we gon' pass out

They said the pack loud, big blunts of gas now

And they gon' ask how, we taking all the trash out

I just fucked this bitch I had her back up

You can stay the night if you gon' act up

Me and Myra steady counting stacks up

And we big drip just look at the fits, yeah