Tags - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Goddamn

Ain' talkin' 'bout money, shut the fuck up nigga, yeah, yeah

Ch-chop' bullets fuck his guts up, yeah, yeah

When I lost my twin, that shit fucked me up (Fucked me up)

Poppin' all these pills, fucked my stomach up

Watch your back, hoes tryna set you up

Undercover tags, love my bitch, she so, so, bad

When they knock you down, who gon' pick you up?

I'm on molly, ecstasy, to keep me up (Yeah)

When I needed you the most, you ain't give no fuck 'bout me

I been tryin' so hard, to keep my head up

I was on my last, girl, you almost saw me crash out

Oh, oh

(I was on my last, girl, you almost saw me crash out)

(Woo, woo, woo)

Ho said, "You get racks?", I do

What I say? I still got niggas on the avenue

Fiancée she want me cuff, that's sum' I cannot do

Beyoncé, my bitch a dancer, and a singer too

It's some rap niggas I made, bitch, I can name a few (Ayy)

Bitch wan' geek up, yeah, all day, like she got nun' to do

Take a flight, go MIA, I'm livin' comfortable (Yeah)

Just tell me the place, where you wanna go? (Bitch)

I can make it happen for ya

I can swerve through traffic for ya

I'ma get the backend for ya

She give the top in store, that's a brick and mortar

Givenchy head to toe, buy that bitch what I wanna

I'm eighteen years old, I feel like a hundred

Bitch wan' take my soul, slop me 'til I nut

Gen5 on the road, knock you off for nun'

(Yeah, yeah)

(Woo, woo)