#GLAM - Intellectual

[Intro]

Bitch name Emma, got a pistol full of ammo

Boy, you better check your grammar

You got no swag, got no glamour

Hit you in the head with a hammer

Yeah, bag full of money, I'm a spammer

And I told this bitch, "Don’t hit my phone"

Boy, you smelling fruity just like a cologne

I told this bitch, "Go, don't stay in my zone"

Can't fuck with a clone, they be on my bone

And I told this bitch, "Don’t hit my phone"

Boy, you smelling fruity just like a cologne

I told this bitch, "Go, don't stay in my zone"

Can't fuck with a clone, they be on my bone

Told this ho' for real, eat like you a meal

You know I got steel, trying to pay the bill

Boy, you get bet that is a deal, two hundred miles, give me the wheel

You know I ball like I'm Shaquille, smoking on gas, never a pill

Only green stacks in my pocket, let them hang

Only green stacks in my pocket, make it rain

Only green stacks in my pocket, let them hang

Only green stacks in my pocket, make it rain

Bitch name Emma, got a pistol full of ammo

Boy, you better check your grammar

You got no swag, got no glamour

Hit you in the head with a hammer

Yeah, bag full of money, I'm a spammer

And I told this bitch, "Don't hit my phone"

Boy, you smelling fruity just like a cologne

I told this bitch, "Go, don't stay in my zone"

Can’t fuck with a clone, they be on my bone

And I told this bitch, "Don’t hit my phone"

Boy, you smelling fruity just like a cologne

I told this bitch, "Go, don't stay in my zone"

Can’t fuck with a clone, they be on my bone