Full Throttle - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Yeah, uh, yeah, uh)

Angel dust, a couple bottles, body built just like a model

I'm so cold like Colorado, after sunset, go full throttle

Stuntin' on you, no Bravado, parties out in Santiago

After sunset, we're full throttle, total wipeout, go full throttle

[Verse 1]

Mine's a Rolex, yours Movado, Sunny D with Myx Moscato

Eat the team, yeah, that's the motto, 'bout to crash out of the auto

Left my ex out in Chicago, watch that shit end up on Bravo

I don't suck dick, no, I swallow, 2CB lines in the Tahoe

I just got my body done, I'm still 'bout to hit the club

Bitch, you're built just like a truck, let my doctor chop you up

Cameron Diaz, pass the blunt, Charlie's Angels, that's what's up

(H-here we go-go) Turn it up, stupid bitch, don't interrupt

[Chorus]

Drunk driving and texting in the drive-thru

My boyfriend's at the strip club sayin', "This is just what guys do"

Full DMs with no one to reply to

But I'm still DUI 'cause pop stars wanna die too

Drunk driving and texting in the drive-thru

My boyfriend's at the strip club sayin', "This is just what guys do"

Full DMs with no one to reply to

But I'm still DUI 'cause pop stars wanna die too

[Post-Chorus]

Make a bitch shit like skinny tea, business like I'm a LLC

Now I'm all on ya LED with the faja on my new body

Got my shit done out in Belize, now I'm showin' puss on MTV

Only let freak hoes roll with me, if you don't like me, kiss the ring

[Verse 2]

Off of these designer drugs, dropped my toaster in the tub

I don't really give a fuck, Siri, engage self destruct

Make some noise like Tara Buck if you like to play real rough

Boy, don't ask what's in my trunk, you know that it's more than junk

You know That Kid on the beat, don't call 'less he's kissin' feet

Now I'm on your ass like skeet, pull up to the meet and greet

Hot boys keep me on repeat, all my groupies stay discreet

Red Bull vodka bittersweet, end these bitches with a Tweet

With my homegirl Marguerite, in the Buick bumpin' Yeat

Zack and Cody, life is sweet, sometimes I don't wanna eat

That's why I'm like so petite, who leaves Kanye for a Pete?

I don't write no songs for free, all these artists can't be me

[Chorus]

Drunk driving and texting in the drive-thru

My boyfriend's at the strip club sayin', "This is just what guys do"

Full DMs with no one to reply to

But I'm still DUI 'cause pop stars wanna die too

Drunk driving and texting in the drive-thru

My boyfriend's at the strip club sayin', "This is just what guys do"

Full DMs with no one to reply to

But I'm still DUI 'cause pop stars wanna die too

[Bridge]

(Ooh, yeah)

Pop stars wanna di— p-pop stars-pop stars wanna di—

[Outro]

Ooh, yeah