Fighting Demons - Intellectual

Lil mama head so righteous

Lil mama going to college

I call her my honey bun

These niggas ain’t making no money bruh

I planned the shit and you followed through

You planning fits and I’m just walking through

Too late boa, now I’m boutta ball on you

Bitch I’m fighting demons

And I’m fucking winning

Knowin that wasn’t a side joke these niggas really scheming

Got yo girl on my team and she sinning

Swear these boys act just like children

Pop a seal watch the top hit the ceiling

Fucked a bitch and I rubbed her out like nothing

If I call up yo chick , she pulling up bitch no discussions

Pulled up fresh and clean yeezy boost is what I’m stepping

Pulled up to seen, I got all thesе bitches staring

Grinding for a McLaren, you all in my pockets likе we betting

Choose ya posse wisely, niggas hate seeing you win

She ate the D up no applebees, ima bring the heat no 3 peat

Rewind, like fuck pause we play for keeps

Pineapple Fanta the only way I’m mixing lean

All white forces , last three days, and still ain’t even peep a crease

We kicking shit just like sneakers

Yo style scary no jeepers creepers

She so boujee like a diva

Shorty you a eater you can keep the pizza

Lame nigga she wouldn’t let you hit, not even for a second

Niggas lying through they teeth

I Gotta speak the truth no Makaveli

The way she back bend, she getting sloppy

Boy is this heaven?

Cause she booty shaking in my dreams, Up all day no 7/11

Shorty don’t play, no need to share her

Suck my dick she burp no Ian telling

Flipping bitches like a referee

My fit still gone be winning

Just like my flow be killing

Nigga my hoes be killing

My woes be drilling

You reached yo ceiling

Go back to chilling

Bitch Ima villain

Took ya girl we wasn’t chilling

These girls got no home training

Give all up for a cup gen

She got you all lost in your feelings

I’m tryna get lost in some millions

Kick you to curb like I’m Kevin gates

Talking bout luv well you kinda late

Do, da, doo doo play a bitch like a violin

Pull out a flute, and tune em out to bring em in

She slurp me like some soup and I know you you really in your feelings

Smoking blunts thick bamboo

I’m tryna catch a bag pick six

I know some goyard shades exist, but I still gotta make what’s sense

Bitch I’m doing numbers, she riding waves now I wanna damn boat

Making green so my money croak

And we don’t do no saving nigga

She take the wood onna table nigga

You down bad so you framing niggas

I was down bad wasn’t even shaming niggas

Flow so quick make you choke no cinnamon

Shit got old quick, hadda learn your lesson

I swear I got turned down quick, now my route ahead of em

A nigga so froze down, sick, you got fake ice, get brown like shit

I swear you gonna like this, I knockout broads like Tyson