10Fifty - Intellectual

[Intro]

(10Fifty, I love you)

Okay 10Fifty, come on

Yeah, yeah, uh-huh

Yeah, woo, yeah

10Fifty, yeah, ayy

[Chorus]

He tryna go 'head and sell me his clothes in the DM, but really I don’t wanna wear it

One day I'm 'boutta go make me a band and then eat a baguette while I’m posted in Paris

Motherfuckers always be talkin' like who sound like who, but really why you tryna compare?

Sippin' on Houston tea while I be chillin' be chillin' in Boston, think I might just get a tariff, damn

We ain't fuckin' with a sheriff, damn

Fake Chrome Hearts, he embarrassed, damn

White plug, Jason Garrett, damn

Readin' bitches like a tarot, damn

Bitch I ain’t trippin’ on nothin', these shoes don’t got motherfuckin' laces

I need a band if you tryna go cop you a feat, then five fifty if you want a placement

[Verse]

That is five hundred that you are not wastin', if you don't got money then no conversations

Smokin’ gelato, I turned to a Haitian

Standin' in line, I'm becomin' impatient

Takin' a flight to Barbados, I need a vacation

Roll me up a bamboo, I'ma face it

'Boutta get his IP, I'ma trace him

If you ain't on my level then why are you hatin'?

If you ain't on my level then why you be throwin' that dirt on my name?

John Legend, play the blame game

If you talkin' that shit, I'ma go hit a stain

I just went and got me a six piece with the kanes

And your man just went and copped a bubble chain

Hop in the Coupe and I cut out the brain

I feel like a damn lion, no, I cannot be tamed

Flexin' that government check when he get it on Twitter and then he gon' hop on the 'Gram

Word on the streets I be speakin' so different they thought I was doin' this in comic sans

I'm servin' out whole foods hand to hand

I'm fuckin' with gas, ain't no molly tan, uh

Bitch, I've been kickin' this shit like I'm Jackie Chan

I think you need to get your mans

Bitch, I'ma pop out the cut like a motherfuckin' jump scare

And lil' brodie been known to be totin' them tools, they be treatin' that shit like it's hardware

I ain't coachin' the game, bitch, I've been ballin', uh

Sebastian Telfair

Said he wanted that beef and he wanted that smoke so you know we bringin' that warfare

I ain't duckin' from nothin', yeah

Emoji with a clip, it tote a hundred, yeah

You fuckin' with the squares and all the pundits, yeah

I get up on the track and get to runnin', yeah

They don't even know how I'm comin'

And they don't even know how I'm bomin'

Bitch, I'm choppin' it up, like I'm Bunyan

And I'm gettin' the chips like I'm Funyuns, yeah

[Chorus]

He tryna go 'head and sell me his clothes in the DM, but really I don't wanna wear it

One day I'm 'boutta go make me a band and then eat a baguette while I'm posted in Paris