TrapBoy - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

(Wizard)

[Chorus]

Yeah, I gotta chill

On these hoes, I gotta chill (Slatt, word)

How many bales do I need? All of the bales (All of the bales)

I'm in the trap, boy (Yeah)

Yes, I'm a trap boy (Yeah)

'Bout that cash, boy ('Bout that-, yeah)

We get on yo' ass, boy (Yeah)

How much money you wan' bet she gon' fuck?

Keepin' it real with my bitch and my bucks

I'm really that, you can try your lil' luck (Try it)

Come find the diamonds, they fightin', they tough (They tough)

You ain't even meetin' my standards

I think it's wraps for you, [?]

[?] (Facts)

[Verse]

Facts, nothin' but facts (Facts)

I'm really, really a man

You really, really a fan (Fan)

Wake up and handle that business

You know I'm skippin' the scrimmage, huh

Boy, I be on top, 'til I finish (Finish, yeah)

And I'm fuckin' that thot 'til I finish (Finish, yeah)

Issey Miyake, the smell (Smell, yeah, ye-yeah, yeah)

They slippin' the gas in the mail

I got packages, comin' right now

I got Quag' in my cup, it's not Bail' (I'm sippin' lean, I'm sippin' lean, it's not Bail')

I get deep in the hoe, she can tell (Hoe, she can tell)

Hand the hoe to my homie right there (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Like a steak, she gon' eat me on rare (Rare)

Been in my streak, so I cannot fail (Cannot fail)

You catch a .10mm like Odell (Oh, like Odell)

We in the trap tryna fuck up a bale

I-I-I'm in the cut, makin' a sale (I'm in the cut)

Jump out of line, no NFL

And we got penalties, I hit a hail

I flipped a thot from the back, she got railed (Yeah, she got railed)