Pumpkinhead - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Getta Beats)

I done took seven figure L's

You haven't

[Chorus]

I done took seven figure L's, still up some M's

Cuz never left the oranges, shit, he still pumpkin head

Feelings bottled up, bitch, I spill cups of red

I can't stand my ex-bitch, but she still fucks the best

I ain't seen him in the gym, shit, he still duckin' rec'

I get landscape trim, but'll still thug the Tech

Turn the flashlight on, I think this pill's fuckin' pressed

I can't give enough clues for thеm to build up a guess

[Verse]

Adidas tracksuit, callin' plays like I'm Billy Baker

Bitch'll cry about onе no after fifty favors

Every zagaza man I got pull up fifty flavors

You ain't never went out of town, I'm a fifty-stater

To beat my five, you gon' need fifty players

Straight out of motion pic, he got silly paper

Rap game bored, fuck around and run for city mayor

I got a bitch at the crib, chill with the hickeys, baby

Last winter it was Carhartt, it's been Dickies lately

Last time I seen D Hasty, man, he shitty-faced me

Of course it's love for Detroit, but I'm a Ypsi baby

Let that bitch throw it at me, I'ma Willie Mays it

Know a jack boy cleanin' spots, he just Billy Mays-in'

Go ahead, check milli' off, bitch, I'm billi' chasin'

My in-store at AT&T look like Billie Eilish

We'll shoot your face off your head, ain't gon' kill with kindness

I heard it's bite-down season, now my grill excited

You would go to Ruth Chris, get the bill and probably faint

All this ice, you would think I hit Hutch for body aches

Boy, you ain't grown, you better listen to what mommy says

My shottas stay downtown like Malik Beasley

I know it's how I make it look, but shit, boy, it ain't easy

Zips and up, the plug'd never think to KD me

In my hood, clutchin', blowin' za like I'm KayBeezy

If he lame, he don't turn to weed, just a geekbar

The only one I ever had pulled was my V-Card

Retard, your brain farts when you think hard

Oh, I'm not 'posed to say that? Fuck it

It's gon' take a seven just to get slushed

At the drive-thru fishbowl, but got the McButton

Plus it's rush hour, gotta Chris tuck-it

You ain't thought to try porn, doin' all that dick suckin'?

You off a M512, that's lil' kid bustin'

Two mannin', me and B, he on my lil' bitch cousin

We started off hot, it was six-nothin'

Fuzz lurkin' for the opps, I'm out of town, crib huntin'

Ayy, she like, "Boy, you know you fine," I guess

Treat a rat bitch like science class, dissect

Buy a shirt from the plug, turn it to a 5X

Luka Trončić, I hit the lil' ho with a sidestep

[Interlude]

ShittyBoyz

Dogshit Militia

Two L's, then a dollar sign

R.I.P. Chris

T double-HL shit

You hip, skip?

Huh, huh, nyah

Huh, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy