STEEZ - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ayy

What song? (Damn son, where'd ya find this?)

Steez

Ayy

Had to cut these bitches off and honestly I feel so weak

Niggas lyin’ and they takin’ all the sauce from my steez

Told that bitch I need some space and some time to fuckin’ breathe

Had to get my mind right

And get this money by the night

Diamonds on my neck and it’s hurtin’ ‘cause the frost bites

I’ma go, I’ma get it

I won’t run from my dreams

If I can, I’ma steal it

With my mothafuckin’ beam

All I’m needin’ is the money and that paper colored green (ayy)

All I do is talk this guap, bitch, I’m fuckin’ guapanese

I’m a gardener with a sniper, hidden in the fuckin’ tree

I’m a wavy nigga walkin’ all across the fuckin’ sea

Got my weapons in my bag

Hidden in the front seat

Bitches sleepin’ in my bed

While I’m makin’ all these plates

Bitch, I’m zooted, I can’t see, smokin’ on this purple haze

All this smoke in my eyes, I can’t see this fuckin’ hate

In the end, I wear Supreme with my Gucci purple shades

Ayy