Suspects - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Rob $tone]

Yuh, hit my pinnacle, I'm eatin' up like dinner rolls

Yuh, I'm the friend that's used to fuckin' on your Twitter boo

Damn, keep the swisher too, I roll a wood like what it do

Smash, and I'm runnin' through your fuckin' town without the roof

My cup be tippin', drippin' but I'm winnin' so it's fuck it

Oops, these bitches didn't get it when I said that if you with it

(?) I'm in it too, my denims too

Eat bubblegums for dinner, too

Think I bumped noggin', got a problem I'ma clear the room

Came out the womb thuggin', I'm a stone cold stunna

Bet a fat bitch love me, gettin' guapa for the burger

Fuck that shit you heard, it's still that nigga slurrin' words up

I could see you check this winner, I could splurge all through the summer

Nigga move, bitch move, nigga move, clear the room

Trippin', paranoia

Hope my mind could stay in order

I don't wanna cause this order, when they try to leak this order Nigga move

Aye, bitch, I swah swah, I'm with yo' bitch okay

Aye, I told her break it down like Ronald Reagan

Aye, I told her "Lady, hey, now by the way we cannot fuck, I hit my swah with my lemonade"

Aye, she break it down and then I smoke it up

Bitch, I'm lookin' for that cash, no not no double cups

Aye, she tell me "Spooky, give me all your love"

I told her "Bitch, I want no love I want some fuckin' grub"

Cause everywhere I fuckin' go I get a lot of love

And I might be with yo' bitch and yeah she roll my woods

And you cannot live this life, but hoe you wish you could

I was bored all through high school, I never understood

Bitch, pick up ya fuckin' face, I know you wanna look

I'ma pimp out with my squad, bitch, just like how I should

Yeah I get it how I live it, hoe, I'm livin' good

Rich as fuck is comin soon, yeah yo' man hate me too

Aye, aye, swah, swah, swah

Aye, aye, get yo' muthafuckin' swah up

Aye, you ain't swahin', you ain't swahin', bruh

You ain't know 'bout the muthafuckin' swah swah, bruh