Nachos - Intellectual

[Intro: Ron$oCold]

I can't waste my time on no thot ho

I just wanna fuck, then I dip like some nachos

Say you gettin' money, but you know that it's not yours

You know that it's not yours

I can't waste my time on no thot ho

I just wanna fuck, then I dip like some nachos

Say you gettin' money, but you know that it's not yours

And I got the pole, I ain't tryna fight, bro

Turn your kickback to a damn kick door

Spent a couple thousand on the damn fit though

You can't get a thing, you can come and kick rocks, ho

All about my chips, 'bout my damn nachos

I could never love a ho, or save a ho

I'ma just hit the bitch, onto the next ho

Hi-Tech, bitch, I pour it in the Faygo

Mango got me movin' slow like a damn snail

'Cause my planet, baby, don't it look like it's a jungle? (Huh)

I got a hundred guns, I swear it feel like I'm the army (Huh)

Lil baby (Huh), I take her ass to the moon (Yeah)

We can drink lean, you can check my cup, I don't know what you want to do (Slatt, slatt)

I'm just with my brother Ron$oCold (Slatt, slatt)

I remember me and my brother, we was sharin' clothes (Slatt, slatt)

Baby, don't I look like a fuckin' saint? (Huh)

You can not tell your friends I made you fuck on my damn gang (Huh)

Yes, I love to slide with that damn K (Woah)

Yes, I shoot a nigga in his damn face (Woah)

And you can say you can be my main lady, but you better not tell a damn thing (Woah)

'Cause you see me do (Slatt, slatt), stay shootin' that lil' pump on the news (Slatt, slatt)

Now shit is real (Huh)

Yeah, you cannot pop no more pills, yeah (Huh)

I swear to god, I wanna motherfuckin' kill them

I feel like Kyle Korver with this fuckin' pistol (Slatt)

I can't waste my time on no thot ho

I just wanna fuck, then I dip like some nachos

Say you gettin' money, but you know that it's not yours

And I got the pole, I ain't tryna fight, bro

Turn your kickback to a damn kick door

Spent a couple thousand on the damn fit though

You can't get a thing, you can come and kick rocks, ho

All about my chips, 'bout my damn nachos

I could never love a ho, or save a ho

I'ma just hit the bitch, onto the next ho

Hi-Tech, bitch, I pour it in the Faygo

Mango got me movin' slow like a damn snail