Foreign - Intellectual

[Pre-Chorus]

I'm movin' slowly, I'm on the codeine

She claim I'm her boyfriend, but she don't even know me

Pounds of the OG, we don't smoke it slowly

She just like the codeine

She woke up and party with a nosebleed

She said that she foreign, she do coke dreams

She know that I'm partyin' with dope fiends

In the nooks and crannies, findin' codeine

Put this on my granny, I live my dreams

Make sure you see the stars, grab some Visine

This that fye ting

King of the sea just like Poseidon

Ain't no more stress and ain't no fighting

Slide this way, baby, you gon' dance on me

You gon' move around if you got a chance on it

This is Saint Laurent jeans, you can't stand on it

Mr. Rubber Band Man on the 'Gram, homie

I'm a real ass nigga, understand, homie

You can't fuck with the kid if you damn want it

I'm eatin' steak, I'm eatin' lobster, they eatin' damn baloney

I got supply, I don't need demand, if you understand, homie

They on opp shit

I'ma be the one gon' get my block lit

I'ma be the one gon' get my block rich

Pull up to the club, Bentley top-less