uh - Intellectual

[Intro]

Uh, and my Mexican slime having K’s in

It’s a K with a light, imma flame ‘em

It’s a K with a light, and I’m raising

And I’m locked with my guys that I’m changing

And I’m changing my life, feel like [?]

Swear to God that my life at the same key—

[Chorus]

Text a lot of hoes and ion link none of ‘em ( Maajins )

Said I want commitment with these hoes and I keep none of ‘em ( Go on twin, Bandy the bad man )

This ho, she a dummy-dum

Me and lil’ Maaj’ got hunnid guns

I was lying, told this ho I get where this ho coming from

I be— I be lost as fuck

Do a drill, I send that snipe, I call up mud, he call me up

Told this ho, “This shit one night”, she suck my dick, she cough me up

Eternal love to xtsy*, that boy my mud, he bossed mе up

I’m loving bands, you best believе it’s Uncle tryna call me up

[?], I ride with my pole (I ride with my po—)

Said she not a ho, but she gon’ go, go, go

Where my best friend go? I don’t even kno-o-ow

She do white like snow, she tryna blow her nose

Uh, made me some bands an arrangement

Uh, they got that man in they playlist

Uh, maybe she gay, she on gay shit

Uh, telling me she don’t even take dick

Uh, maybe Im fuckin with a satist

Uh, or maybe I’m muhfuckin’ racist

Uh, I got this ho stunned, she in stasis, made me a couple hun-duns when I make shit

Uh, look at lil’ Rex’s creation

Uh, I don’t got the time, or the patience

Uh, she all on my line, bae, be patient

Uh, I’m loving this vibe, she a Asian

Uh, lil’ Jamaican vibe, she look Cajun

Uh, and I get pretty fly on occasion

Uh, she said that her mouth a persuasion

Yuh, she tryn’ be my life 7 days in

[Verse]

Uh, and my Mexican slime having K’s in

It’s a K with a light, imma flame ‘em

It’s a K with a light, and I’m raising

And I’m locked with my guys that I’m changing

And I’m changing my life, feel like [?]

Swear to God that my life at the same key

Imma make this shit right, ain’t no make-shift

And I’m not 9-5, I can’t take shifts

And you niggas be lying, on that fake shit

Imma pull up and slime, on some [?] shit

You gon’ rat on your guys, on some fake shit

Imma hop on the flight, [?] shit

That boy talking to kids, on some Drake shit

I might cool with my ape, on some BAPE shit

I might chill in the crib, with like 8 guns

I might chill in the crib, with like 8 blicks