No Hook - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Hold on)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

No hook, man, it's Pasto Flocco

(I'm 'bout to show y'all something)

(Niggas can't do this shit right here)

If the opps want beef, don't run up

If you want to race, nigga, put your gun up

Goyard bag with a whole lot of racks

Bitch, I've been that nigga, bitch, I've been getting cash

Slide through my block then we slidin' right back

Boy, you a snake, you a wannabe slatt

I'm only doing this shit for the cash

We blowing the money, we makin' it back

.40 gon' hit a nigga, Sharkiesha

Spending the money I spend it on visas

Saturday night, give her back, you can keep her

I can never ever love on a treesha

If the opps want beef, don't run up

If you want to race, nigga, put your gun up

Goyard bag with a whole lot of racks

Bitch, I've been that nigga, bitch, I've been getting cash

Hold on, hold on, we gon' switch it up (Yeah)

Yeah, bitch, I been getting money, I been getting cream

All the bitches that dubbed me, they turned into fiends

I was playing basketball, that shit was my dream

Now I'm switching it up, yeah, I'm fuckin' up beats

Got your bitch in my DM, I told her to treesh

I got a couple tricks, yeah, right up the sleeves

Yeah-yeah, boy, don't run up on me now

Oh, you lookin' like a clown, copy, paste on my style

Yeah, I need a hundred bands, not a hundred mans, if he talking crazy, uh

We give him a hundred hands with a hundred rounds, if that shit jam, don't flock

Boy, you don't want no problems, yeah, my niggas they got 'em

Labels hit my line, they steady just calling

I was in the crib eating the Ramen

Went to Tecca's crib and started rhyming

Play with the chef, oh yeah, Obama

I am not ready for none of the lying (No)

If the opps want beef, don't run up