Mona Lisa - Intellectual

[Intro: StanWill]

(Getta Beats)

Ahem

Pew

Catch him fishbowlin', we'll reel his ass in

Get the lo' at nine, he ain't livin' past ten

You ain't DSM, better not think your ass kin

Only fuck Barbie hoes, boy, I think my ass Ken

Skrrt the AMG, I done fucked around and spilled my pop

Bro ain't got no screws left, he just wanna kill some opps

Got your bitch reachin' for my dick, but she feel the Glock

Throw your helmet on, boy, you really in the field or not?

This a contact sport

Keep a Glock on me, this ain't Mortal Kombat, dork

You don't want your bitch fucked, better hide that whore

Heard he gettin' off at three, we gon' slide at four

Finna throw his ass a bullеt since he tryna intercеpt

And this bitch talkin' foul in this new season tech

Finna slide four deep like I'm finna run the rec

Finna leave an opp holy, got him thinkin' that he blessed

Huh, and I ain't talkin' biblical

Why your bitch tryna check on me like a physical?

Hit the stu', sacrificin' beats like a ritual

He ain't shootin', he only talk about it, it's mythical

Stan keep a nineteen tucked, not no Android

Tron 'Wood stuffed with moon rock, call it asteroid

She sendin' paragraphs, I can't read like I know Floyd

How the fuck I'm bringin' checks in when I ain't employed?

Let me hear that

Off-White tee, on the front, it's the Mona Lisa

ENV and MSR, finna clone a Visa

Fuck a Scat Pack, Hellkittys, we gon' roll in cheetahs

Lanvins with the loose lace, these ain't no Adidas

Fell asleep in Cali, woke up in Costa Rica

Walk on stage, we gon' light up the whole arena

Pocket full of Franklins, I don't know Aretha

I'll bake 'em with this little blick, I don't know Anita

Quagy-agy got my soda dirty

Twenty-two, I'm young as hell, but bitch, this polo thirty (Brrt)

If it's money on the floor, I'll show up early

Put an RP in my Backwood and smoke a Perky

Shit, fuck