take a test - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Eli the goat, Eli my goat)

[Chorus: elibanss]

Everybody study me like they about to take a test

I did shows in the east, I did shows in the west

I got grills on my teeth, I got chains on my neck

Boot with the USB, yeah, I got it from France

When I pulled up to France, snuck the za in my pants

When I posted from France, she hit me on the 'Gram

"He the best that I had," that's what she told all her friends

(1c, pussy)

[Verse 1: elibanss]

I got blues, I got pink, I don't care what you think

You a chink, cost a mink, spittin' blood in the sink

And there's blood in my cup, that's my favorite drink

And her shit so wet, just let me die if I sink

All these hoes love my voice, they like, "Let me hear you sing"

Everybody love to commentate about me

Bitch, I don't got no rings just like Charles Barkley

No pape', smoke up in the fronto leaf

Catch me wit' a sniper, posted up in a tree

I'm up twenty-four, smoking dope in the V

Wit' my nigga double V, and you know he tuck the G

Three times label niggas tried to sign me

I don't need a label, I'ma do this shit wit just me

Told a couple off, but, baby, you just gotta trust me

Leave this shit to God 'cause He the only one that love me

[Chorus: elibanss]

Everybody study me like they about to take a test

I did shows in the east, I did shows in the west

I got grills on my teeth, I got chains on my neck

Boot with the USB, yeah, I got it from France

When I pulled up to France, snuck the za in my pants

When I posted from France, she hit me on the 'Gram

"He the best that I had," that's what she told all her friends

[Verse 2: yuke]

Bitch, we in a blacked out coupe, yeah, I'm starin' at you

Had to reinvent myself, now I feel new

I'm finna pop out in the summer wit' the ice to keep me cool

Yeah, this bitch said I'm rude, but she sees me in jewels

I got the drugs off the plank, got a mule

The Xan' like 10, but the pink 10 so cute

Bitch, you so fine, I don't know what to do

You don't love me, you just love how I move

You don't love me, you love stars on the roof

You can miss me, but I'll never miss you

Baby can't get mad 'cause the trap never snooze

Can't get mad 'cause the trap gotta eat too

Put these racks on his head, then we get 'em gone like seafood

Niggas really catfish, they baitin' with they tweets too

Pull up, get the block active, shoot movies likes it's Regal

I don't— I don't think it's working, we should see different people

Pull up ballin' like I'm Curry, shot clock, no meter

All this bitch do is dick, she a thot, she a eater

I sip lean when I'm sick, I smoke pot just to eat, bruh

When they hear this song, they finna run it back on they speakers

I know that in my vault, I got some heaters

I know that niggas wish I had some leakers

I see your ho on the 'Gram, tryna meet her

Yeah, I'm tryna take her home after the show and just beat it up

Yeah, I ain't tryna cuff one of these hoes, I'm tryna get a nut

B-Baby Beel, he tell her what it is, don't tell her nothing else

[Outro: yuke]

And I know she hate the shit 'cause she love lyin' to herself

(Pussy)