Asphalt - Intellectual

[Intro]

(We gon' be okay)

(If you not Ballhog, then die)

Yeah

[Chorus]

Like the NFL, my niggas gon' blitz

He say he don't like me, suck my dick

We never lackin', we slide with them sticks

Stop talkin' to me, I'm too high for this shit

Been puttin' shit on, nigga, I got the drip

Been grindin' too hard, damn near broke the rail

Too good at this shit, nigga, no, I can't fail

Been ballin' so hard, it's easy like a lay up

Told the ho to get up, lil' bitch, we can't lay up

Came back in this ho, yeah, I feel like Markelle

Huh, and you niggas so shell

You play with me, I'ma send you to Hell

Don't give him the ball, we know he gon' sell

I'm grabbin' the board, like I'm Montrezl Harrell

I'ma sweat, try hard, like I'm Paolo Banchero

Uh, yo necesito mucho dinero

[Verse]

Flexin' too hard, this shit 'bout to hurt

I'm about to hit a play, I just got an alert

Creep in all black, yeah, my niggas gon' lurk

Man, it ain't shit to put you on a shirt

We on hi—, we on his block, yeah, we on his turf

I get to the blue, yeah, I feel like a smurf

Trap ho, she put the Glock in her Birkin

And don't call my phone if you see that I'm workin'

I'm finna go take the Trackhawk on excursions

Lil' bad ho, yeah, I think that she Persian

Her ass fat, her shit got me immersed

And I put the G43 in her purse

Hit a jugg in Toronto, I feel like Nick Nurse

He slid in a Ghost and left in a hearse

She finna pop her this perky

She finna geek up, for sure

Yeah, I gotta get to the bag

When I get off the jet, only time that I lag

I'm tryna get a nigga whacked off

The cops try to get me, I'll slide in that Trackhawk

And my soda dark skin, shit look like asphalt

Hm, that nigga broke, that's your fault

Get off my dick, nigga, I don't even know y'all

I feel like Famous Dex rockin' that Goyard

Drivin' this brand new coupe like a go-kart

ARP makin' music like it's Mozart

And I'm on Telegram lookin' for new cards

Push up on that nigga, okay, we gon' bogart (We gon' be okay)

Bitch, I play with the deads like a graveyard

Run this shit up, Giovanni Bernard

We sippin' on lean, we don't drink at no bar

How the fuck is you scammin'? You don't got no car