Standing Ovation - Intellectual

[Intro]

Standin' ovation, I—, huh

Standin' ovation, I—

Standin' ovation, I catch me an opp now

Bitch

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

(Damn, JakeSand)

[Chorus]

Standin' ovation, I catch me an opp and I'm clappin' at dog

Don't suggest playin' with ganger, if I up my strap, you get paused

Need me a collar, your bitch like it rough in the 'Cat, I'm a dog

Bro must be playin' it passive, we know he ain't active at all

Doctor say I'm gon' be short on my life

When it come to that money, I'm stackin' it tall

I couldn't call up a soul, ain't nobody gon' help me when I got my back on the wall

Pop me an opp, then go shop 'til I drop

I'm in Neimans and Barneys and Saks 'til I fall

Gang need a bucket, I score on whoever, whenever, wherever, just pass me the ball

[Verse]

Fly to her city, I'm litty so she wanna fuck when I land

I'm on a coast eatin' pasta with models, my feet gettin' stuck in the sand

They need to check out his mental, he thinkin' he fuckin' with Stan

Bro wanna four tonight, we got a show tonight, he gotta pour up his cup in advance

Jeans be on skinny, my pockets on fat, that shit fuck up my stance

We look like Scooby-Dooby-Doo, my doggy gon' jump out the van

Run up on ganger too quick, lil' brodie might bust him a fan

Cookin' the beef, you won't catch me with pork, I get chicken, you know I don't fuck with no hams

Bro cup be too dirty with drank

It look like detergent, it ain't

I turn my hard work into pape'

They thinkin' I work in the bank

Tell 'em to turn in his cape

I got his bitch turnin' away

Bro off a Perc and an eight

At the same time, he burnin' an eighth

Bitch call me broke, had to show her a hundred so she get the point that I certainly ain't

Call her my ho because that's what she is to me, a ho, she don't think she worthy of bae

All of this ice on our neck and our wrist and our buffies, shit look like a Flurry with gang

If it's 'bout pape', I get flavored

I'm payin' off [?], bitch, I'm playin' the dirtiest game

[Interlude]