Photoshop Expert - Intellectual

[Intro]

C'mon

(It’s wavy my baby)

You're going through a stressful time

I can tell by how your clothes look

Yo chain don't hit, I need a tester and a close look

You gon’ get sent to God tryna fight and throw a hook

Imagine dyin' mid punchin' how crazy you would look

If I get caught inside this car I'm doing life

Just hit a crazy (beep) I gotta change up my device

I'm on Photoshop right now making the measurements precise

The checks started off with twenty dollars, but I changed the price

I'll pay the highest price right now just for a new hat

Y'all got exposed for sharin' all y’all’s clothes again, but we knew that

You've had them bullets for a yеar, hop in a striker, blow your strap

You never poppеd, killed, or robbed a single soul, all that shit cap

All my jeans say Amiri, y’all be wearin' Purple jeans

That chain look too easy to take, I almost jump right through the screen

My bitch got expensive taste, yours saving up for Shein

I don't do no window shopping, I leave with a couple things

The trap ain't lookin’ good, I think its time to put it down

All y'all huddlin' in one crib still ain't got not pape around

Don't let us catch you in that bucket that y'all share and drive around

I got a Urus and an AMG, that's how I get around

How y'all feel comfortable rappin' about shit y'all ain't did

His homie died two years ago, he still ain't shot shit or slid

Niggas make a punch diss then disappear right off the grid

Half of y'all be dead right now if y'all ain't duck, smoke, or hid (bitch)

You're stressin' I can tell by how your clothes look

Yo chain don't hit, I need a tester and a close look

You gon' get sent to God tryna fight and throw a hook

Imagine dyin' mid punchin' how crazy you would look

If I get caught inside this car I'm doing life

Just hit a crazy (beep) I gotta change up my device

I'm on Photoshop right now making the measurements precise

The checks started off with twenty dollars, but I changed the price

I'll pay the highest price right now just for a new hat

Y'all got exposed for sharin' all y'all's clothes again, but we knew that

You've had them bullets for a year, hop in a striker, blow your strap

You never popped, killed, or robbed a single soul, all that shit cap