Didn’t Ask! - Intellectual

[Intro]

Konichiwa fumi, hai

Game over

Bitch baby, ugh

Pull up on yo bitch, and we make a movie (okay, yuh)

Tell her to send me a call, wait okay I lied

Piled up on my line, baby take a sign

I'm not takin' time, you were just a side

Now I'm cuttin' ties

Steal your shit, like a pirate

I'm on my Martin Scorsese I'm crazy

Got free wifi on my phone, bitch I'm lazy

Peter Piper, I hit her regardless

I send yo', bitch a, text and she callin' me papi

She Call me (Onee-Chan)

Okay I ain't no money, I ain't got no class (what?)

Giving me this attitude, just shut the fuck up with your sass (with the sass)

My wallet be emptier than a fucking lays bag

Stop relying on me because I ain't your fucking dad (I ain't your dad)

I ain't your dad, the way you ask for approval

I been dodging messages, where did they go I just removed them (huh?)

Just removed that fucking ping, it was annoying, hear you sing like (Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Okay like, pussies talkin' shit, and I'm splittin' em like a wishbone

Bitches talkin' shit and they hittin' me on my trapphone

How the fuck you know my name, I don't hang wit' you

Ramsey chop chop blade, I cut lames off

Evil bitches they got fangs, that run fades wit' you

Tongue is covered in propane, I set flames off

Yeah I cash in my stimulus for a hundred dollar flesh-light

You can mind your business, don't ask me about my sex-life

She call me (Daddy)

(ahem)

Wait uh, did you ask for me (No)

Well that's too bad for you

And I think you're just too bad for me (Like really)

You're terrible, I won't sugar coat it

You're just not satisfying, not flexible like me (me)

B-B-Be careful stepping up to me

I'm prolly taller than you, by like six feet

You're a little ant to me, magnifying glass

Bring you to a crispy chip, then I eat you

Off the concrete (haha)

I'm kidding, that's nasty (ew)