Swervo - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Oh yeah

Tris in that bag, she so cold

Shit got tragic, why was they acting, nobody know

These shits get cold, I stay with a pole, to make it back home

I don't even worry 'bout no one, stay on my dolie, on my 'lone

She wanna ride, she wanna vibe, she wanna go

She with the streets see her ass outside, stay yo' ass home

She wan' pull up then hop on the road, she don't even know where the fuck we goin'

Whole lotta motion the fuck is the vibe, and you know this shit ain't never slowin'

Bitch, [?] drummin' shit

I'm out the way I'm tryna get rich

Forgivе on my own, forgive what they did

Money and powеr the reason I'm here

Bad bitch on me she want my kids

How could I do that I'm standin' on [?]

Told her ass "Hol' up baby be for real"

If a hoe wanna fuck, told her what's the deal

These hoes don't be around when shit get real

I'm tryna chill, she went down the [?]

Sippin' on lean hoe ain't no pill

Get a whole lot of green like a soccer field

I don't give a fuck how these niggas feel

These niggas my sons, they some FMLs

I cannot stop 'til I get a mil'

I be outside [?] with no deal

Tris in that bag, she so [?]