¡NTERN Lyrics

I hadda put the phone down, ain't bout to argue with no incel (in cell)

Prolly can't een send a shorde to ya side to get the intel

And I know I hit the shot

I'm only mad because the brick fell

Niggas preaching guns and getting put up like a brick sale

GODDAMN

Ha, that's a dead profit (prophet)

Got that info on the plug and then we took him out the socket

Told her how to tuck it in her pocket, she the intern

I left her in the city, hadda link my broad in Pittsburgh

Yeen bouta get a bag from me, I hope the bitch learned

Fucked around and spent it on her friend, I guess you misheard

Blowing up a nigga phone, put it back on DND

Gave her ghost dick I made her nut without her seeing me

Partner found the plug, I need the drink before I flip again

Quarter pint of red up in the cup look like I'm sipping satan

Super Sayain bitches in the cut, like it's a barbershop

Blonde lil broad ah eat it up and we ain't left the parking spot

Lemme tell you how I'm living

I know shit you niggas don't

Bitch I'm not trippin over disses

I got hits up in the bag, bitch I'm not trippin on no misses

Only time a nigga missed, I felt some type of way and spint it

Pockets gained a little weight like I been feeding them with lipids

I got tired of plain jane chains and mixed em with the liquid

All you niggas on the same thing, and wonder why I'm winning

Shorde calling me the same name as half of her genetics, woah

Put the phone down ain't bout to argue with no incel

Prolly even send a shorde to ya side to get the intel

And I know I hit the shot

I'm only mad because the brick fell

Niggas preaching guns and getting put up like a brick sale

GODDAMN

Ha, that's a dead profit (prophet)

Niggas giving info on the plug I took him out the socket

Taught her how to put it in her pocket, she the intern

Left her in the city, hadda link my broad in Pittsburgh

Wooo

Real drank, we ain't poppin tylenol

Real stank, I been smoking dank and all

Real faced, mix it wit some alcohol, huh