bbysit - Intellectual

[Intro]

(If you not Ball Hog, then die)

(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)

(We gon' be okay)

[Chorus]

I can't date this ho, this bitch chips

I just count my cash then dip

We get on your ass, please don't try no shit

I keep scorin' the goddamn ball, I'm on some Harden shit

And I can't lack, bitch, keep that fire right by my hip

Fuckin' your ho, my kid, she gon' babysit

They see I got my own swag, they try to copy it

I pop out the cut, somethin' like It

This lil' ho is annoyin' me, I gotta kick her out my crib

This bitch, she gotta go, she can't stay right here

Huh, nigga know I'm on go, my Glock right there, bitch

Nigga, you gotta grow, you gotta fight your fears

[Verse]

Bitch, why is you cryin' on my phone? You gotta wipe your tears

You know we sippin' on drank, bitch, I don't sip no beer

You know I slide in the tank, niggas want war, we can do that shit right here

Do that shit right herе

I don't got no competition, I ain't got no opps

I got bad hoes that's been slidin' to my spot

I got nachos, bitches know that I got guap

I got honchos, yеah, I'm a walkin' knot

They like, "'Tect, how you ran that guap up?"

They like, "'Tect, let me know when you pop up" (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)

Ran the plug out for his 'bows, we gon' stock up (We gon' be okay)

Bitch niggas get nothin', they get nada

I love guala

I'm outside with my partner, my partner

We keep the tools like some gardeners

We outside rockin' designer

Took your broad to Pala

I'm on the block, Serge Ibaka, Ibaka

We got guap, this ain't new to us