Hate Some More - Intellectual

Is it my car or my clothes, that make these hoes wanna fuck for show

Hit my style, the way I roll, that make these haters wanna hate some more

Hit my cards in my clothes, that make these hoes wanna fuck for show

Hit my style, the way I roll, that make these haters wanna hate some more

Into the ass so I rush to the rest, my pain, nigga, hang on, live

They say, how your gang stay together, cause we don't be for bitch

I rest, they keep it real, and be a team, gon' get to these minutes

These niggas be hoes, having periods, need to stab their feelings

And if you don't sit, nigga, with me no more, he's just one standing on bed

I can't, hang on, run, yes, ma'am, my gang gon' tell when I'm trippin'

Around this side, nigga, from when I was broke, I look at these niggas like siblings

A fuckin' nigga, who switched up, I can't do no rekindling

Wild, wild in the blackhead, got me on Pluto, rest of my pocket, I walk like a sumo

Settin' on bad, don't need your promo, my bitch bad, woman need your phone

Your truck slow, mine don't pogo, two fives on me, when I'm dodo

Put them on the tray, so the car phone's two row, them don't need no flashin' a photo

448, get out the door, break down the bag, you know I ain't trippin'

Get those small eyes out there, drink three or better, you know I ain't sippin'

Watch these niggas, can't any envy, won't team up, I ain't friendly

Rizat, it blow like a chimney, might delete IG if he diss me

You see the bankroll, nigga, you better duck your head, nigga, I'm puttin' ten on your top, nigga

You know what I'm sayin'?

Man, I love when these niggas hate, they make me pop my shit even harder

Got big racks and I'm blue, bankroll straight low, I'm just like Marta

I be finna do them bad, but life been good, I don't need no promo

But, nigga, I probably forgot, 3B, I don't know, problem solved

But, how about load a revolver, but, trust me, call me, I feel like a barber

Stack up the rack, just to get to my daughter, every day I tell myself, go harder

Is it the way the A.P. glow? Is it the pounds in the trap I move?

Or maybe it's the way that I break down these shrooms

Or maybe it's the way that I run through these racks

And these niggas really broke and they can't get it back

And they still postin' pandemic money when it's smooth

But these niggas ain't had no money since 2022

It's trouble