Talkz - Intellectual

[Intro]

You know what?

I’m a little

I’m a little mad

I don’t think you understand like

How ahead I am

Ey!

[Chorus]

Who wanna fuck witcha boy?

Who wanna fuck witcha boy

Tell me who wanna wanna do it?

I got a bone, that I wanna pick

But truthfully nobody ever gon’ chew it

They get a lil’ spark, then they wanna bark

I’ll see you on the charts if ya ever get to it

I’m too lit, and I’ll be damned if I ever let a bitch be the reason I blew it (yeuh yeuh!)

They want more, got the whole season on lock (lock!)

She lovin my charm, when I get a kid

Make sure I teach him the talks (talks!)

Speaking of talks

You talk too much

I kept it real from the jump, y’all really hop too much

[Verse 1]

Easy, Shep (Shep!)

I do more and I say less (less!)

I prove more when I stay stressed (stressed!)

A 2-4 and a 2-door might be the apex for a lot of you

You know that your friends all lie to you

Off of the hype man it got to you

Y’all pray to me ironically man I’m like God to you

I said I’m like God to you

I don’t rock with you

Even if you had The Rock with you I wouldn’t talk to you still

They wanna know when I’m gon’ do a show and I tell you all straight when I’m toppin’ the bill

What I look like openin' up for somebody?

Who can’t a write hook right

My flow like a right hook when it connects

Protect ya neck, ya cheek, ya jaw before I beat some bars outta’ ya boy

Y’all cannot Spar wit the boy

Can’t ride in the same car with the boy

Wanna go to a bar wit the boy?

First go bar to bar with the boy

Bitch I’m a star you a ploy

Ey, should be from the Bay

Move like a Mac but I hit 'em like Dre

I’m whachu get when you mix K-Pop and makin' the K Pop like grrr

Even Cardi probly’ yellin’ ‘okurrr’ baby

I’m so cold like brrr baby

Keep it a buck she only fuck with me cause something about me make her kitty go purrr

(Ya, ey, ya, ey)

But like everything you see

On the TV I’m bad

I don’t got no time bein' sad

Pour my tears in a neon jag

No tag on me but I be in my bag

I got bad habits that I see in my dad

I got demons I wish I ain't have

This came to me from a vision I had

My bidness my first my second my last

I don’t condone violence but just know everything hits and everything slaps

Took your blows, I’m very intact

Took your ho off Henny and chat

Just know I spit Valerian raps

I carry my team

I buried my past

I married my dreams

I’m scary like Shaq on a tight rope boy

Y’all probly run if a fight broke boy

You un’ want smoke that ‘K’ really shoulda been an ‘R’ please tell me that’s a typo boy