Buzzin* - Intellectual

[Lyrics from Snippet]

[Intro]

Slatt, slatt, yeah

Run it back, stuntin', lil' bitch (For real, huh, huh)

Million made, I do not give a fuck if you think that I'm frontin', lil' bitch (What the fuck is you on now?)

And I might go bring some ladies on stage, yes, I think 'bout a dozen, bitch (Okay, talk to us, talkin' 'bout)

Everybody got my name in they mouth, oh my God, are we buzzin', bitch? (What we doin'?)

Oh, she bendin' right over, I play with that pussy, controller (Brrt, pop that motherfuckin' Perc')

She got me in her throat and I think I'ma burst like Adolla (What the fuck is you doin', nigga?)

Super hot, super cold, everybody gon' think I'm bipolar (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

Put some bass in my voice, you would wonder if I'm gettin' older (Yeah)

Matte black whip, passenger princess suckin' my dick (Yeah)

How— h-h-h-how many timеs did you shit on 'em? (How many times did you shit on 'em?)

H-h-how many dollars in bricks? (Yеah)

Everybody sayin', "slayr this, slayr that," nigga, go and think for yourself (Throw that; woo)

Internet niggas, please don't try to act like— (Bitch-ass nigga; woo)

He don't wanna think for himself (Bum ass)

Uh, walk with a bag every day, yeah (Blegh)

Push up if you tryna do somethin' (Woo, push up, I push up; woo)

Sayin' my name just to boost somethin' (Blaow)

But that will never be shit (Yeah, do it, do it)

Tweetin' so much but won't put out a diss (Blaow)

Punchin' so crazy, I'm breakin' my fist (B-b-b-baow-baow)

Let it shine, nigga, flick of the wrist (Let's go)

Get behind her, she twerk on my dick (Slatt, slatt)

I'm the one, I don't care 'bout a plus (Let's go)

I could put out a hit with no cuss (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop; yeah)

Balenci' boot when I jump, I make dust (Let's go)

Burger this, burger that, come beat me up (What's good, lil' bitch? Yeah)

I can dabble in singin' and rappin' (Yeah, yeah)

Money come in, I don't care 'bout the backend (Fuck, woo, woo)

Bass really boomin', don't care about a racket (Yeah)

Steppin' outside in a Vetements jacket (Slatt, slatt)

Pussy boy, who the fuck is you packin'? (Woo, woo)

Pussy boy, what's up with all that laughin'? (Pussy-ass nigga)

Pussy boy, you can stop all the actin' (Yeah, yeah)

Thumb in the butt when I hit from the back (Thumb in that ass)

I'm in a whole different area, feel like the best in the field and I know that's a fact (Pussy-ass nigga)

What outcome is scarier? Niggas just hatin' on you or your music bein' wack? (Brrt)

Margiela and Rick, counteract (Margiela)

Brr-bah-bah-bah, nah, fuck your hat (Yeah, yeah)

That boy not my slime, not my slatt (Yeah, yeah)

Get annoyed by my time, that's a fact (Yeah, yeah)

I be chillin', I don't know why they frontin'

I peep everybody's actions, you can't slime me

Woah, check this Bugatti I'm drivin', w-woah (Brrt)...