Witcha - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ayo, Bosley, what's happenin'?

Warlock, what the fuck is going on?

Yeah, yeah

All these bands, I spread 'em out

All these hoes, I swap 'em out

I put Rick Owens on her feet, all her friends'll come around

She ain't fuckin' with you now

She ain't fuckin' with ya, with ya

She ain't fuckin' with you now, no, she ain't fuckin with ya

I don't want no threesome, I want double digits

I just bought some new guns, got some double switches

I'm with two goth ones, they some double witches

No, they some troubled bitches

And I cannot make my mind up

Shit be different, and the jacket, you can't find, huh

Make it make sense, try to jack it, you gon' find God

Shit like 2010, have 'em jumpin' off the iPod

H-Have 'em, h-have 'em jumpin' off the iPod

Steppin' out, I know she love me, I can see it on her face

Told the ho', "I'm minty fresh," and now she say she need to taste

Put the Wock' in the cup, sip it slow, it's not a race

Every time, I'm pullin' up, yeah, she say she

All these bands, I spread 'em out

All these hoes, I swap 'em out

I put Rick Owens on her feet, all her friends'll come around

She ain't fuckin' with you now

She ain't fuckin' with ya, with ya

She ain't fuckin' with you now, no, she ain't fuckin with ya

All these bands, I spread 'em out

All these hoes, I swap 'em out

I put Rick Owens on her feet, all her friends'll come around

She ain't fuckin' with you now

She ain't fuckin' with ya, with ya

She ain't fuckin' with you now, no, she ain't fuckin with ya

Hell nah