Cutlery - Intellectual

[Intro]

Sebz Beats, baby

[Verse 1]

It's poppin' where I lock it

Gotta watch where they're boppin' (Watch that)

Got the .30 spinnin' out

And the dot dot's coughin' (Baow)

I ain't got sticky fingers, if I want it, I'ma rob him (Rob him)

I'm twenty bags up in West and I ain't even shoppin' (Fuck)

With my time, manage

Walk out, the lines' bangin'

'Fore I saw five figures, I was tryna buy a hammers (Loud one)

Only just five minutes

Then he woulda died snappin'

And they can't afford the drip, so niggas on a lie fashion (Fuckers)

What the fuck am I plannin'?

Never used to like rappin'

Other slide of a slide, I fill it with bine rappin' (Baow)

Try turn your guy cabbage

Broad day leakin'

I don't weigh the losses, I just wanna break even

All I know is flip a bag

I can't even hit the sack

Rocks into rose gold

All the risks I did for that (Baow)

Caramel, silly bag

Now she wanna fling it back

Two hands on a turner, it woulda turned Timmy mad

Tried it in a mini cab

I don't wanna hug a strip (I don't)

Tried get me banned to rats, no light, flushin' quids (Bap)

I don't even trust her dad

How am I gonna trust a bitch? (How?)

In real life, nuttin's quick

I'm tryna make money flip

My two tiles really slap

No arm or your dead

And if the drought's really bad

I'll pay a arm and a leg (And more)

Pussy niggas switched sides

Never been a friend again

Told S, ''We need a farmily''

Put a farm in a ted

[Chorus]

And I had to hustle phones

Money comes, money goes

Runnin' to the bag now

My nitty got a runny nose (Runny nose)

No joke, bunnin' clothes

Backs and the brucky nose

Hoes really givethe drop

I ain't fuckin' funny hoes (Dumb hoes)

Fake niggas spuddin' me

That's not my cup of tea

'Member I lost a line

Rip couple, luckily (Fuck, fuck)

Two weeks back again, last week, fuckery

I come like a dinner lady, I'm carryin' cutlery (Knife and forks)

[Verse 2]

Love his cheek

Swear it's really stuck on me

If I never had a bag

Would she really fuck with me? (Would she really?)

Like the dinner lady, I'm just rollin' with this cutlery (Now)

They were never bussin' me

I got it off my own back

I really had to phone akhs

Before I had my own strap (Braow)

Turn it into raps, so I can tell it by the throw-backs

Told my cuzzy, ''Don't talk'', akhi never phone back

'Cah I just heard a weird sound, I think that this phone tapped''

Gutted from my bros bird

Lizzy and I sold dirt

TT, phenomenal

And it got him so burst

I fear God and nuttin' el'

Touch me and a pole burst

Started with a groundworks

Now I got my own bills

And losin' your phone feels

Worse than when your bro steals

Three for a score five

All I know is the old deals (Old deals)

I can't even link S

I can't even phone Drillz

You know I got my bro still

Mulli and them most real (Free Mulli)