BBL DRIZZY - Intellectual

[Skit 1: Randomgeens]

Aye, I heard we’re talking shit now

Hey, I don’t even like rapping, but this whole thing got me going crazy, man

I'm here for it, just living in the moment

Aye, Metro did his thing on this one, I can’t lie

Told him to make some drums. Aye, I can make some drums for you too

Just hit my line, you know my name

I'm on my green shit right now

Aye, Drake, I'ma let you finish

But I'ma let Quota talk his shit first. You already know

Drizzy thirsty for the underage, bitch you's is sneezy backing up, none of these girls even hit, they dahlia

Dot, tame Impala, you heard? Tryna fit in. Let it happen, bitch, you know who won

Fuck your career with a sneak diss. Tribe X said fuck you, ended his life

Metro made a beat to top off your cap. Your dad snapped, jumped on another hoe, just make sure to pull out

Man kept swimming in bitches, your kids' swimming lessons been missing

Kissing on all these rappers' bitches, do these women even know Drake been fucking on Cristian?

Fuck this rap shit and listen

Come out as bisexual? That's great

Come out as a rapper? That's fine

Don't come out on stage to kiss a girl who's only 17

You wanna be respected in the game? Money, bitches, and fame, planting fake evidence—lame

Trading sexual favors is strange

Diddy even hit you; we call that market train

Your legacy really gotta go; fake abs look like dysmorphia. Mr. Morale done bodied up

Big stepping on a bitch that can't get Rihanna, huh?

Damn, okay, I see you, Quota. What’s your next move, Drake?

Don’t be walking around no preschool pondering and writing your next lyrics

Matter of fact, you don’t even write your own shit. I know you was conflicted, I know your ass conflicted right now

Keep walking in a circle

Don’t come around my neighborhood though; we'd knock your ass down

I can’t lie, I liked Views; that's a good album

Too bad you can’t go back to your prime, though

This new shit got me going to bed before 12 o'clock; I can’t lie to you, man. Certified lover boy? More like certified boy lover

More life, more like more crimes. Nothing was the same? You’re right, nothing is the same

For all the dogs? More like for all the shlongs

Hey keep that snake in your pants next time; maybe you wouldn’t be in this mess

The truth is coming out, man. It’s coming. Coming soon

I'ma let this beat finish out. Have a good night

Except for you, white boy