Cruel Intentions

[Verse 1]
Pull up in a full house
Two twins on me, pussies sweating out the muffler
Thats gushy, I’m Marshawn in a horse-drawn
Matter fact, I am Russell if he fucked her
All day, every night, take a break, buy the bank
I8, dry the tank, aye baby lie to my face
Baby tell me I made it
I know she wanna cut
Serve her D like a key to a customer
Speak like I’m southern, ugly
Hit the grits, I ain’t shit, flip a bitch
In a fine white whip with the whistle tip
Might kiss where her kitty live
I’m Kenny Griff with his celly ringing
Kimmy pink, barely breathing
Boy what a time to be living

[Hook]
My intentions are to kill em, my chick riding shotgun
Adorned in silk and linen, spending digits, try and stop us
She look like a prequel to Madonna, ohh I got one
She look like a sequel to Rihanna, spending guap oh

There she go, she already know, we got cash to blow

[Bridge]
Throw stones at the balcony
This still feels like alchemy
Don’t know how I do it, but I got the fluid
And all this surrounding me
Don’t be sorry for grounding me
The palace is not for he
Who knows more of its walls than its tapestry
Baby, just tell me it felt good mechanically

[Verse 2]
Gosha wrist, rubies skiing on it
Showed the whip, she gon' need a moment
Cold as shit, my affairs have been frozen
I treat that lil bitch like she golden
She told me to defeat my opponents
She told me I am feet from the glory
She told she ain’t even worried
She told me that eating’s important
So lobster lobster lobster lobster lobster
Pasta water Boxster with the chopper
I don’t think I hit shit, but damn I been poppin'
If Momma gon' miss you, then I know a doctor
Guala Guala Island where I’m stoppin'
I been making profit since The Chronic
I am in the Bronco with my patnas
I’m a need Cochrane by tomorrow