trained ears only - Intellectual

[Chorus]

YoungBoy, I'm 'bout to right foot creep on ya block when you hideout seekin'

I'm in the car with a badass bitch, had to take my blunt 'cause the ho keep chiefin' (Damn)

They was like "Boy, what is this?" Young niggas know it's a ronehl season

You better train your ears when you listen to this, I'm 'bout give you a reason

H-hop out the car with the Gen56 (Brrah)

Got bands, I'ma rock my wrist, uh (Yeah, yeah)

She heard my voice on the beat, now the lil' ho shakin', I got the ho sick (Sick)

Feelin' like Steph, I'ma pop my shit, you a lil' ass kid, nigga, six-seven this

Run ones with the gang, that's a 6-0 hit, can't talk to a ho unless I'm finna hit

Might hit with a Bluetooth

Put that lil' ho on the net like it's YouTube, I never knew you

I got some loose screws, I'm the type fuck on a bitch and go find me another like Blues Clues

She off the Percocet, she goin' cuckoo

Fuck 'bout the price tag, I got some new shoes

I thought I told you that I'm finna dip on you, baby

She told me that "I'm scared to lose you," what?

Like, what? What the fuck a nigga tryna do?

I'm the type do, fuck yo' bitch in a coupe

Been had sauce, I ain't talkin' 'bout soup

Been had Glocks, walk down, I'ma shoot

Got your ho on my phone, I don't gotta show proof

Walk down on your mans, what the hell you gon' do?

You a dumbass nigga, eat soup with a spoon, huh?

Been had bands, so I look like a liar (Uh-huh)

Pull out the chop, that bitch sound like Mariah (Yeah, yeah)

Puff out the blunt, man, I keep gettin' higher

Would spark me another, but a nigga got tired (Yeah, yeah)

I drop a song when you handin' out flyers

Your bitch want dick, I'm the one she desire

What is you doing? You claimin' a ho when you know that her coochie on fire (Damn)