storm - Intellectual

[Intro]

(2.9)

Huh huh

Huh Huh Huh

[Chorus]

Huh Huh

I can't stress it lil bitch (lil bitch)

I got my diamonds from Amsterdam

Yeah, I can't stress it lil bitch (lil bitch)

I stole your baby mama, you know I got it stealin' your bitch (lil bitch)

I grab the guns, yeah, and then I go and hit a lick on yo' bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah)

She drop a 50 band, like some hoes on TMZ

I just popped in the zone like, you hoes can't even see me (huh)

I got broads in Atlanta, you know that we drive a nigga crazy (yeah, yeah)

Sippin' on the codeine, do a cup of promethazine

[Verse]

Nigga can you see me (yeah)

Future gotta believe me (yeah)

I'm in Dallas making money

I spеnt some racks on some sunnies (sunniеs)

I watch over them niggas like they ain't nothing, tryna steal from me (huh)

All my hoes don't fit in my GLE, they be filled yeah, I fill them yeah (blatt, blatt)

(Yeah, chop up the scope, huh)

I shoot them up with a motherfuckin' .9

(I shoot them up with a motherfuckin' .9)

I stay up and hang out with them Fives

(I stay up and hang out with them Fives)

They be like twl you be dangerous, I only hang out with the fire (blatt)

Bitch think that I'm scared?

Yeah, huh, bih I'm the fire

Yeah, Chrome Heart tops, cost like 10k for tee

We only wear designer, Gucci, Fendi, Balenciaga jeans (bih)

I got a Rick Owens closet, overflowing with them VVs

I got Issey Miyake, y' smell like buns, fuck it, come and see me

Do a drop on the dope, we smokin' three lines

We runnin' around, we smokin' H5

Yeah cook up the dope, we sippin' bloodline

Redrum some mo', we killin' tonight

Bring diamonds and mo', that lil bitch a hoe

Be gunnin' their heads, we drop on their shit

And come up some more, cook up the dope we wear all white polos

Spray on 'em hoes

Uh, roll that boy, he ain't nothing, come and get me (pew pew)

Balenciaga boots, VETEMENTS and some GGs (bih, bih)

Yeah, I'm sippin' Codeine

Celine, bitch pour up some lean

[Bridge]

(Yeah yeah yeah)

My drugs go galore

Trippie Redd, Pepe lore (Trippie Redd, Pepe lore)

I'm like Ken Carson, they go rage, ho'

Gorecore

[Verse 2]

Huh, I can't stress it lil bitch

Huh huh huh, you know I might steal yo' bitch

Huh huh huh, I can't stress it lil bitch

Huh, go around and hit a lick on yo' bitch (what?)

I'm out on the streets with niggas that still has their mum yellin' "be careful!"

Droppin' shit on your bih, tell that lil' boy, bitch yous not helpful

We go Chrome Heart, light headed, feel the buzz, pockets filled with nickles

Drop a toll like them other street niggas, we be stressin', keep the streets cold

(Huh huh huh huh huh)