Backends - Intellectual

[Intro]

Fuck

Uh-huh, yeah

(I wish I was Jenry)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

He finna pull up to LA with a hundred dollars to his name? Huh

I could never be a carbon copy, all these motherfuckers act the same

Had to go kill these hoes up at the spot

I feel like Mr. Moseby in his lobby

Gettin' that bread, give a fuck what you thought

Motherfuckers pockets be dry as Mojave

He thinkin' he clever, can't bring a pack in

Ice on my bezel, staying up past ten

Geekin' like Nevеl, that shit was past tense

Want some discussion, thеn bring out a rack then

Drums are percussion, pull up, we go back in

I'm in Miami, tryna get my backend

Romanian bitch and I'm blowin' her back in

Hittin' a wood in the stu', I'm relaxin'

[Verse]

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Say it with your chest, look me in my eyes

She said I'm the best, I leave in disguise

No time for the rest, I'm still gettin' high

We movin' out west and still gettin' by

You don't get a text, I'm just sayin' bye

Kevin Harlan, right between the ice

Said I'd make it, I don't even lie

Feel like [?], he be servin' pies

Celina Powell, she got another guy

Hoes be gettin', tryna say they shy

Well goddamn, we know that is a lie

On the first of the month she gon' get him evicted

Said she on a vacation, we know that she switchin'

She got number one targets, ain't talkin' Joe Mixon

I've been pourin' up drank and I'm sippin' elixir