Raw Denim - Intellectual

[Intro]

I heard the opps tryna slide

Yeah the opps tryna pull up

Heard he was talkin' that shit fore' we pulled up

I do the X with the Boot, I've been bootin' up

She calmin my nerves, she told me to pull up

Yeah, we sliding on blocks after blocks, which one should I shoot up?

Smoking an opp, put em under my boot yeah

(Wonderful, yeah)

[Chrous]

Fucking that bitch in my raw Denim

Yeah she sucking my dick through the Raw Denim

Yeah, she riding my dick through the Raw Denim

True Religion on me, that shit Raw Denim

Gotta finish em, we gotta slidе on em

Yeah, we got your back, what thеy gonna do?

Yeah, I'm up with my slatt, you know that's my guy

And we send you to God, send you to the sky

Yeah, and we send you to God, we send you to Heaven

Yeah, I shot at an opp and we shot at his cousin

Yeah, if you want my bread, the choppas get to bussin'

Yeah, i was sipping that Wok, sippin' Robitussin

Yeah, I'm sipping that drank, sippin' Robitussin

Bitch I might be from the South, cause I'm fucking on cousins

Yeah, and I got mob ties, and I got mob buddies

Told em, "Pour me the Juice!" Yeah, and that shit be bubbly

[Verse]

Yeah, sipping on muddy, sippin' on dirty

You not my kid, you not my cudi

If I fuck on your bitch, then you're not my buddy

You know my bro, that hoe dropping low

Yee, I'm in the club, throwing them dubs

Spend me a check, i'm fucking it up

I'm with the Bucks, you with the Cucks

I'm with my hoe, and she eating dick up

Woah, yeah, I'm with your bitch, yeah she throw it down

Yeah, that is your bitch? Yeah she throw it down

Yeah, I'm in the club, they dropping it low

Yeah, I ship big packs, I'm shippin' that snow

Yeah, I pop me and X and I walk real slow

Yeah, I pop me a Z and I'm ready to go

Yeah, I ride in a tank, I'm driving the boat

I'm rocking that Marni, Burberry coat

Yeah, money so green like Caterpillar

Yeah, your money laughable, Impractical Jokers

Are you talking to Sal? Or you talking to Murr?

You talking to Joe? You talking to Qr?

You talking to me? You best get your bread

Keep your mouth real fed, or I'll shoot you in ye head

Yeah, I'm smuggling drugs, give a fuck bout' the Fed

Fuck bout' the cops, fuck bout the Fed

Yeah, fly like a bird, like a Pelican, yeah

Yeah, I be rocking that shit, it ain't even came out

Yeah, number 9 my jeans, Louis V my draws

I been fucking on them bitches, they always hang out

I been fucking em dumb, I'm pretty sure

She calling me, "Daddy, I miss you," a Cliche

I bring me that Chicken, I win me that soup

I ride in a brand new convertible coupe

I ain't listening to her, I stare at her boobs

Brand new AP, that's an Audemars Piguet

Got a brown haired bitch, that's my brand new swoop, yeah

She ride on my dick, yeah she eat it like food