Intimate (feat. Bino Rideaux)

(Beat that motherfucker up, Quad)

Hey

I know you so mad, it's so sickening (Sick)

The way I'm shittin' on you **** and I'm glistening

Real trap ****, point me where the kitchen is

I'm a real ****, you ain't the equivalent

Me and your bitch gettin' intimate, ayy

I'm that **** that be hittin' it, ayy

Mike Amiri jeans, very limited, ayy

Very limited, ayy

Me and your bitch gettin' intimate, ayy

I'm that **** that be hittin' it, ayy

Mike Amiri jeans, very limited, ayy

They very limited, ayy

I know you so mad, it's so sickening (Sick)

The way I'm shittin' on you **** and I'm glistening

Real trap ****, point me where the kitchen is

I'm a real ****, you ain't the equivalent

I'm a real ****, we just ain't the same, bro

Even if you got some money, fuck the same hoes

Bad bitches fuck on lames too, you ain't know?

I don't think it's a spot that I can't go

Twenty racks in my pocket, it's a bankroll

Give me that pussy, heard it taste like mango

Fuck her in the suite, used to hit it in the bando

Turn it to the side, I'ma fuck it at an angle

Make you do some yoga, pop it like a soda

Bread like a toaster, throw the rock like I'm Hova

Said, I'll make you do some yoga, pop it like a soda

Got one question, name a **** colder

Ayy, bitch, I'm the snowman, I don't never hold hands

I don't want love, I just want me some more bands

Tryna stay low, duckin' feds and the attention

I don't cop chops if it don't come with an extension

Bitch, I'm the snowman, I don't never hold hands

I don't want love, I just want me some more bands

Tryna stay low, duckin' feds and the attention

I don't cop chops if it don't come with an extension, ****

Me and your bitch gettin' intimate, ayy

I'm that **** that be hittin' it, ayy

Mike Amiri jeans, very limited, ayy

Very limited, ayy

Me and your bitch gettin' intimate, ayy

I'm that **** that be hittin' it, ayy

Mike Amiri jeans, very limited, ayy

They very limited, ayy

Me and your bitch gettin' intimate

I see 'em out, I'm spinnin' it

Real life, ain't no back and forth over the internet

Real Sprite, taste like Jolly Ranchers how I blended it

Real strikers, up and that gon' be the way I'm sendin' it

Had to pop another, I'm tryna tell you, I ain't feelin' it

Louis on my collarbone, you got to know I got it on

Wake up late and count up by my lonely

Yeah, big shit, she gon' take me by the OZ

Draw down, make you come up out your Rollie

Ain't shit change, still a hundred blicks around me

Ain't shit, bae, you should left me where you found me

Yeah, VS Cuban, bae, it's giving drowning

Yeah, four black masks hoppin' out the Audi

Stars in the Rolls, smoke it 'til it's cloudy

Yeah, a hundred broke **** tryna doubt me

You can't get around me, yeah

Me and your bitch gettin' intimate, ayy

I'm that **** that be hittin' it, ayy

Mike Amiri jeans, very limited, ayy

Very limited, ayy

Me and your bitch gettin' intimate, ayy

I'm that **** that be hittin' it, ayy

Mike Amiri jeans, very limited, ayy

They very limited, ayy