bb - Intellectual

[Verse 1: nol4n]

Let’s do it

Hop in the whip, you know I be coolin’

Learn shit ‘bout your bitch, never knew

Ballin’ like I’m on the PS2

Jugg him, and I slime your whole crew

Hit your hoe and I’m like “What it do?”

Pop a perc, I feel that hoe kickin’

Fuck with me if you don’t wanna stop winning

Hop on the beat I go crazy like-

Slide down your block, fuck a opp bitch (Opp bitch)

Gen 5, I stay on some cutter shit (Cutter shit)

Slide in your bitch on some butter shit (Butter shit)

Hop out the truck, bitch I’m super trim (Super trim)

Fucking this hoe, I’m really him (Really him)

She fuck with the gang, she tryna win (Tryna win)

She hop on the dick, she tryna sin (She gon’ sin)

I need me a hit, I call up twin (Call up twin)

I need me a gram, I call the plug (Call the plug)

Hittin’ these sluts, they don’t get no love (They gettin’ none)

Don’t hear ‘bout that boy, I’m a tier above (Tier above)

That mean I got rank, I don’t need no love (Need no love)

Balenci’ my belt and I match the shoes (They do)

If I’m on your team, that’s a W (Dub)

I’m cooking this hoe like a barbeque (Chicken)

Don’t run off on me or you gon get screwed (Screwed)

[Chorus: nol4n]

I’m drippin

Double B down, I’m drippin (Drippin)

Draco fry him like chicken (Pop)

Carry like Cade on the Pistons (Swish)

Fucking that hoe in some Christians (Christians)

Fucking these hoes, they sisters (They related)

These fiends, they calling me mister (Mister)

To your bitch, and then I just kissed her (Mwah)

[Verse 2: 4bom]

These women straight hoes, cut off my bitch, she stealin’ my clothes

I only fuck with designer hoes, all of my closet, designer clothes

Out in the field, I’m coppin’ bowls

Your shit be trash, I already know

Dressed in Vetements, head to my toes

Invest in some better shit, I’m finna blow

Kentucky Fried based shit, that shit a classic

She on my dick, you know it’s elastic

Don’t have to ask, my bitch sent me ass pics

Posted on blocks, just like I’m the captain

Blow out the window, I’m keeping that MAC-10

You a real pussy, you ain’t seen no action

Hammer on me, I ain’t get caught lackin’

Kentucky Fried record deal, cut up the fractions