Rhude - Intellectual

[Intro: TrDee]

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

ShittyBoyz shit, man, we unfuckwithable, man, they can't fuck with us, you been knew that

Yop (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)

Ayy (Damn, JakeSand)

If this lil' bitch want some clout, then I'm gon' put her on a cam

I don't got time for these hoes, man, I be spinnin' like a fan

Man, I wish a nigga would, 'cause we gon' fry him like a pan

What's understood you don't explain, fuck them if they don't understand

You don't understand the journey that I took to get to here

I know bro'll catch a body in this bitch just like he cheer

Man, I'm scared of goin' broke, I think that that's my only fear (No cap)

In here lit of Casamigos, you know I don't drink no beer

I don't sip no Wockiana, they sleep on me like they do

Let me see an opp out, we gon' make it rain like we at [?]

Niggas really make one song and get to lyin' in the booth

It was just me and your bitch, bro, we was flyin' in a coupe (Skrrt-skrrt)

All white buffs just like the BandGang (White)

I'ma beat it like she stole somethin', break the bed frame (Come here)

I don't even know why niggas talkin', they ain't up enough

Came a long way, a long time when I was low [?]

Fell down and then I got back up, I feel like Craig

Can't believe you call this bitch your bitch, she gave me head

I know that I got these niggas sick, wishin' me dead

Used to punch the clock, now I make money in the bed

Used to give a fuck but now I don't, think that's a great decision

I been ballin' so much, I think that I could've been a Piston

Sick as fuck I had to cut her off, I wish she would've listened

Too bad I ain't into chasin' hoes, I'd rather run up digits (Bye, ho)

Run into the bag, I've been tryna chase my soulmate

Why you cuff that bitch? I'm in her mouth just like some Colgate

I can never cuff her, I just hit that ho from time to time

Know I can't complain, it could be worse, man, I've been doin' fine

Lost so many niggas, rest in peace and free the ones locked

Work inside the trap and see more sticks here than a gun shop

EJ trippin', he just [?] serial, now it's a dirty chop

Ain't talkin' 'bout no band when I say we rockin' out

I ain't surfin' crowds, let my swag do the surfin'

Heard them niggas said my name, he must've took a bad Perc (What's wrong with him?)

But I ain't really worried, this big chopper do him dirty

Every nigga that be with me shooters, call me Steph Curry

Think he good in the hood, you know his pussy ass ain't smooth

I just poured a four of Wock, excuse me if I'm bein' rude

Think I'm trippin', gotta hit the crib and grab another 'fit

'Cause if I roll another blunt, might burn a hole in this roof