Bëd Side - Intellectual

[Intro]

I done poured a deuce inside my ExoticPop, and took a Perc' and took a X today

And the fent Perc'll leave you smacked up, like a truck, like it hit you both ways

When you cross the road, you look both ways, yeah (Zach, you killed this)

[Chorus]

I took the Cayenne to the westside (Skrrt)

She like when I hit it, yeah-yeah, from the bed side

All my diamonds flawless, yessir

Where you keep that Glock? The bed side (Phew)

And she told me that she like it when I hit it from the left side

I guess a broken heart is a fresh wound

But my baby, she a fresh womb

She drank that nut up, she choke too

Buy that bitch everything brand-new, 'cause she just be doin' what she s'posed to

They be copyin' swag like a sensor

Diamonds all bloody red, yeah, yeah, like a red bottom or her period

How that turn into the issue? Well, you don't wanna listen to nothin' I say

And every time I nut in my bae, when I nut on her face, shut up, nothin' to say

I gotta ask her to take a Plan B by today (Drank up)

She wanna hit the Vivienne Westwood, when I'm on Melrose

Spankin' that shit from the back and the side, she bent over, yeah, she touch her toes

[Verse]

Outside with these racks on me, outside, but it's an inside day

I got Vivienne, we right here, woah, none of that shit matter anyway

Do it in any weather, do it in any state

Can't fuck with the twelve, can't fuck with the jakes

Racks got 'em doing what I say

Take the bat out like a kid on a sunny day

I hate being rich, I ain't been the same

I'ma do the same shit everyday

Everything flawless, never make mistakes

Used to eat them noodles, now I'm eatin' steak

Sun scene, bitch, at Nobu with my bae

I can't chase a bitch, bitch, I bank with Chase

What expensive taste? You ain't gettin' paid (Yeah)

Droppin' ten, but makin' twenty everyday

Feelin' like droppin' deuces in my lemonade with a double cup from 7-Eleven

Yeah, you ain't 'bout to get money, bitches really be 'bout bluffin'

Bob The Builder, boy, you fake like a cartoon, you ain't really nothin' (Ah)

Bitch, I really woke up, took a Tesla, then I took a Perc', I get to Elon Musk-ing (Skrrt)

More than half the bitches that you rap about, that-that you cap about really be musty

They told me to let the tarantulas out of the cage, and they can't even get in

And every time I went and doubled back-back the assumption, I knew I was right there with 'em

Can't even go make a song with nobody, 'cause they don't wanna hop on and get embarrassed by me

Yeah, fuck the jakes, fuck the law, fuck the twelve, fuck the world, ayy

My brother told me that the opp hood been playin' me, but it's all okay

Told him that I don't care about nothin', I could die now, die today

And the fent Perc'll leave you smacked up, like a truck hit you comin' both ways