Facetime - Intellectual

[Chorus]

I'm with my slime, yeah

Touch down in Atlanta, I link up with my slime, yeah

I know this hoe won't waste my time, yeah

Like Tony Hawk, lil' bitch, I'm on my grind, yeah

Huh, hop on a jet, I'm flyin', huh

Lame ass nigga tryna beef with me on Facetime, dumb

New York state not tryna give me a license

I'm like "Slime, I need a gun"

I love my life so much, feel like Young Thug, I have so much fun

Yeah, Lil Tec, he one of one. huh

Make the trap jump, I got Gucci like Lil Pump

I sip lean, I don't get drunk

I shoot threes like Trae Young

I get the green like Draymond

We put the stick on him, lay down

Foreign ass [?], not Greyhound

LV backpack, not Sprayground

And my pockets fat like [?]

Money different colors like Crayon

And I'm a street [?]

And my plug fat like FaZe [?]

He wan' go viral, [?]

Gay ass nigga keep tryna get around

I just popped an X, feel like I'm turnin' zombie

And he think he kill shit, turn him to Gandhi

Yeah, huh, on the phone with new shit, she tried callin'

I feel like I'm Jordan, I can't stop ballin'

My life need a book like J.K Rowling

He like "JK, I'm just playin'"

I'm on TV like The Man