360 - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Yeah, yeah yeah, woah

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Hundred thousand in my account, yeah I'm a spend shit

I'm a pull up on his block, 360, I'm a spin shit

I was smoking on some green, I was smoking on some spinach

And I popped me a green bar, so I'm finna forget it, yeah

I'm finna forget it

Pop a xan, make some bands, then I forget it

Try to rob me, yeah you not slick

Play her like a guitar, rockstar shit

Need a rockstar bitch, on my rockstar shit

All designer fit, yeah look at this

And ain't nothing counterfeit

Yeah, ain't nothing counterfeit

Everything real on my fit

I'm real so my fit gotta be real too

That bitch rude, well I could be rude too

That ain't your car, yeah that bitch a rental

Yeah that opp popping xans with the fentanyl

He gone hit the hospital, I'm a hit the bank, yeah laughing

Pull up with a big F&N, F&N yeah it's on my hip

Couple shots yeah, uh rip

Shoot the scene yeah, uh dip

Yeah I'm right outta that bitch

I don't wear no damn Abercrombie & Fitch

[?] up in a stollie, I don't know him, no he not gang

He is a bitch, he ain't on shit, he can't bang, he not gang

Percocet, right the brain, I won't tuck my god damn chain