4L - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

You got to be kidding me

Are we really having this conversation after everything?

I hate to say but baby what was you thinking, thinking?

Tally up it’s no problem

Cause not a single one is meeting your mama

Try your luck I’m not the type you move on from

Got ya stuck, red lights, all sprung and it comes as no surprise

Lil baby you all mine

Cutting it real close, dancing on thin lines

Tying up loose ends and breaking off old ties

I’m looking they just clones, as close as them brown eyes’ll get you

All them bodies ain’t got nothing on this one

Fits on it like a tantrum, holding that shit for ransom

Run it back, back, back

For life, locked in, cuffed up

Tiеd down, whipped, dick-matizied

For life, my slat

My stink my slimе, partner in crime

For life

Comparisons won't do us any good

It ain't a thing unless ya make it one

Put your pride to the mud

It ain’t no sweat to keep coming around

Baby, shoot the time and place

I got thirty on me I could spare the change for ya

Twenty questions every time I show up late

Spin it like a record on your dash

Habits on this pavement