Security - Intellectual

[Intro]

(H-hey twl)

[Verse 1]

Yeah, huh, I think I'm goin' insane (huh)

But when I lost these mils, lil' bitch, I barely even felt any pain (bitch)

So relax, bitch, I finna shower you in diamonds just like rain

But why you always be switchin' sides? Yeah, why you switchin' lanes? (bitch)

22 racks in my hoe's wallet, bitch, now she complainin' (huh)

I feel like Yeat, bitch, I'm trappin' every day like Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)

I'm the Margiela Mane, how you be switchin' up on your gang?

You been stressin' rent and I just spent like 40 racks on a chain (chain, uh-uh)

[Pre-Chorus]

Huh, cunt wear Target, bitch, I wear full Chrome

I be with the shits, I see you on my turf, I fuck your home (Chromе)

Been stackin' cash, lil' bitch, you know my money stand taller than a gnome (yеah)

Count your days, lil' nigga, twl be coming at your crib, at your room (yeah, huh, yeah)

[Chorus]

I ain't drop no shit album, I ain't Rich Amiri (Rich Amiri)

Shot too many opps, feel like I've lost all purity (all purity)

Had too much to drink, told 12 I failed sobriety, tryna fuck me?

Had too many bitches, I know they didn't care for me (uh)

I don't post no Insta 'cause I want my privacy (privacy)

I drop like 50k on all white diamonds, black fit (black fit)

Opps around the block, I need more security (security)

I've lost all senses, spend a hunnid thous' on security (ah, uh, yeah)

[Verse 2]

Bitch, I'm in the trenches with my boy, shootin' them opps like them niggas (uh, bitch)

Fuck'em all, I'm tryna up my guard, finger on the trigger (blatt)

Bitches 'round me always sayin' they wanna stand wit' me and snap a picture (huh)

Said she never tried perc's before, yeah, I'm finna need to kick her (kick her)

I strap the .34 in her holster, yeah, I'm tuggin' her waist (bitch)

Bitch want me to come to hers late, I told her, "Yeah, you better wait" (lil' bitch)

Yeah, you know I'm gettin' paid, you been gettin' money late (bitch)

Pop a Xan', I ain't fuckin' wit' these hoes today (uh)

Money, got swag, too many bitches

Partyin' all night, you know we here to get rich

Sloppy toppy, I go and hit a lick on your bitch (huh)

All my lil' demons wanna just talk to me, got a big-boy Lamb', big-boy cash, your baby money ain't shit (blatt)

And all how all my brothers be switchin' up on me, be cappin', forget the shit I did for you bitches

[Pre-Chorus]

Huh, cunt wear Target, bitch, I wear full Chrome

I be with the shits, I see you on my turf, I fuck your home (Chrome)

Been stackin' cash, lil' bitch, you know my money stand taller than a gnome (yeah)