Tommy - Intellectual

[Intro]

High off my feet, Tommy, I don't know

And she was street slimy, I ain't know (Rok on the track, yeah)

Touch your toes, oh-oh-oh

Pour some more, ah-ah-oh

I sip Poland, uh

I, I, I know, high off my feet, Tommy, I don't know

And she was street slimy, I ain't know

So we geek up and fuck, oh

I left for dead, but she made a pact for us

And she pullin' tarots, I think I would get blessed

And I won't let 'em bury me, said nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Nah, nah)

My lil' shit dressed like she a tomboy

At a Gucci store, and I'm like, "Where the Tom Ford?"

I try explore all the things I wanted more

I try explain how I feel, but I just feel it in my core

AP Skele' on my fist, no Rolex, yeah

I took a picture with you 'cause you earned it, uh

Ayy, pop that— (Pill), ayy, pop that pill, you might just lose your focus (Ew)

I'm in my bag, buyin' bags for my person

I'm a bounty hunter, stray rats, lookin' for that fuckin' snitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Snitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)