Optics - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Just fucked this nigga's ho, right inside her fucking office

I'm off that gas pack, I'm [?] yeah I'm fucking off it

Just copped a brand new ARP and gave it some new optics

All opps are pussy, tell me why they tryna cop it

Imma spend that band, with that pocket rocket

And he tight, cause his wallet so damn microscopic

Don't be mad cause I'm new, goddamn trending topic

I love this ho cause she so sleek, Got this

Foreign ho, and she comin' from Berlin, I'm tryin' to

Smoke this, goddamn blunt and chief this weed

Imma

Get so fucking high, I can't fucking breathe

I'm with

My damn twin, and he up it if you free

So you

Better play it cool lil nigga or you bleed

I'm so, uh, goddamn, uh

Motherfucking BHG

So I, uh, get so, uh, fucking fly I get so flee

And these niggas act like flees

Drop them off like fucking bugs, insects, like some fucking bees

I'm in love with my money counter, cause it, beep

Yeah you trapped up in that fucking corner, he deceased