TNT - Intellectual

[Intro]

Hol'up

Shit in the backseat, ho

Got shit in the backseat, ho

TNT, TNT

Finna blow up, yeah

Got shit in the backseat, nigga

Hol'up, hol'up

Hol'up, hol'up, hol'up, hol'up, hol'up

[Chorus]

Yeah, TNT, I'm boutta blow up, 2025, yeah

Just tapped that bitch in the back so good, that it made her cry, yeah

Got shit in the backseat, uh

Got cash in the backseat, uh

Got drugs in the backseat, uh

Got my sluts in the backseat, yuh

Drugs, them potions, what it is, that I'm mixin' up (Yeah)

Thugs, that mob, yeah, them niggas that I got strapped-up (Yeah)

Guns, that iron, love my silver, yeah I keep it tucked (Yeah)

Clothes, my car, even my phone case, it stay tanked as fuck (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse]

Navy blue on my whip, bitch, I'm swervin' in that Cybertruck (Yeah)

Some of you niggas so talentless, they'd be sold back then for like two bucks

Hate, or love me, nigga, yeah, I don't give no fucks

Hate, or love me-love me-love me-love me-love me-love me

Frozen Patek on my wrist, yeah, ha

It ain't tickin', uh (Yeah)

Diamonds all over my bitch, yeah, ha

& they glisten, yeah

She say "I'm yo' biggest fan! I'm yo' biggest fan!"

Yeah, but where these bitches at when I ain't have no bands, yeah

Ok, like left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, yeah

Yeah, like left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, yeah

Cozyworld, huh, on my body, hol'up, yeah

Cozyworld, yeah, on my body, hol'up, yeah

When I walk outside, there go the paparazzi

They want a picture-picture

Damn, yo' bitch thinkin' 'bout my dick & how it's bigger-bigger

It's kill on sight, hand on my gun, it's on that trigger-trigger

I'm a violent nigga, noose on his neck like he a nigga-nigga