Vinyls/Intellect

Vinyl's they be chillin' on my bedroom dresser
Bitches hatin' on me but their money light like feather
Bet I take they momma and just see how the head work
Got my ex bitch sad, watchin' her best friend twerk
Holup

Glowed up now they wanna be on my team
All white, stay clean like some fuckin' Listerine
Never gave a fuck, send her home with rips all in her jeans
And the green text, she say the numb boys so mean

Like the head illiterate dumb, it go stupid
Crazy shootin' arrows like cross, just call me Cupid
Bitches drippin' panties like voss, to my voice
I do that shit, it's my choice, I'm always makin' the noise

I'm always makin' a point, accurate, always on point
Like a poisonous dart, hit em, shiver all of their joints

Numerous hunnies on my jock, like I'm the king of the hive
I do this shit its live or die, it's just too late to cry
I wanna

Throw that shit, they won't intercept, got a bad bitch with intellect
Went miles for this shit, couldn't fix nothin', takin' no baby steps
Now when I'm right, they sayin' I'm wrong, swear I shoulda known all along
I'm the last of a dyin' breed, I'm all they need till it's all gone

Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, hop in this bitch subzero
Chain so icy, had to treat myself with De Niro, I'm the hero
Had zero and it's clear yo, pops told me never have fears though
That ain't what I worked them years for, that ain't what I shedded tears for

Had to kick past that front door, now everyday celebrating
I run the plane like I'm Denzel, so fuck em all if they hatin

And I'm sorry to my fans, guess I left y'all with the waitin
But Im back on my bullshit, I been on that since the playpen

Back, back, give her back shots, throw ass up on the table top
Now I'm gettin' guap and I cannot stop, tie the rubber band, that's another knot

Watch on a whole new bezel, rockstar the heavy metal
She wanna ride in the Shettle, I'm a handsome young fellow



Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Alfaro Jr.
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