Broiled Mode - Intellectual

[Verse]

Woo, I ain't even bodied up

I'm a mothafuckin' tyrant, I'ma titan in myself

I got too much in my mothafuckin' bag, I gotta show

I got too much in my mothafuckin' bag, I gotta help

Ooh, ooh, ha

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ha

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

On the side of the road, call me Kawasaki (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

I had too much fucking hot pockets, and miyagi (Wee, ooh!)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Damn, damn)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Damn, damn, damn)

They ain't tryna hear me, they ain't really tryna feel me (Nah)

They ain't really tryna hear me, they ain't really tryna feel me (Nah)

They ain't really tryna hear me, they ain't really tryna feed me (Nah, ah, ah, ah)

They ain't really tryna hear me, they ain't really tryna...

I'm like ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Oooh!)

Gotta hit it again lil bitch, hit it again with that shit

Hit it again with that stick and I hit (Woo, woo woo)

Hit it again and I stick

Hit it again and I shit

(Damn, ming! ming, ming, ming)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I don't need nobody else, I don't need nobody else (Ming, ming, ming)

I ain't need nobody else, I ain't need nobody else (Ming, ming, ming)

I ain't need nobody, I ain't need nobody (Ming, ming, ming)

I'm like ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Ah)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Cabbage long, path is strong, gotta get it how you live

Gotta hit it outta here, gotta hit it outta here (Yuh, yuh)

Diamonds dancing, diamonds dancing (Woo, woo, woo, woo!)

Diamonds dancing, diamonds dancing (Woo, woo, woo!)

And they see me coming back, back (Woo, woo, woo!)

Huh, matching in all black, got (Woo, woo, woo!)

Too much in my head, uh (Woo, woo, woo!)

Finna spin a lap, uh

I got too much that, uh

I got me a check, uh

That bitch calling back, what

Got a check, got a check, got a check (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo!)

Spent the check, huh

Now we get it back like this, huh

Now we get it back like that

Aye-um, aye-um, woah, woah

Aye-um, aye I'm with the damn aye-um's in the fucking cream

I am gone screaming like a fucking damn crayon

I got me some shit that need some mothafucking leisure

I'm like fuck it, I'm like

Yah yah, yah yah (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)

Then I yah yah, yah yah (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)

Hot potato in the damn tomato sauce, I be chugging

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (What the- what the-)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Fuck is up)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Huh, damn)

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Too much sauce in the kitchen and these lil niggas cooking

Now I'm finna get it, yes mothafucka, how you feeling?

I'm like ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah, ming

Huh, think I'm fucking playing?

Hey kid, uh