INTUITIVE lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, when you said that sh*t drop? Next week?
Listen, I want that real flavor, man, I don't want none of that bullsh*t, man
Real major flavor, man
(Zaytoven)
(Trauma Tone)

[Chorus]
Infused weed come in next week
Hallucinogens, bendin' on shroom, I'm geeked
Manouverin' pounds in a motorcade fleet
Two of them, leavin' out twins, they freaks
Intuitive, I can tell a lil' n*gga weak
Proven it, action, I don't care 'bout speech
Approximate, thumb through the racks ten times
Massagin' her, stop askin', tell her she fine
Considerate, I'ma bring the Ps to your state
Belligerent, 'round mе n*ggas ain't safe
Gorgeous, damn, lil' mama impressivе
Mormon, me and ten hoes eat breakfast
Honesty, I'll tell a b*tch I don't need her
Comedy, I'm tired of these clown-ass people
Tamarac, trappin' out a hood-ass spot
Bendin' on a shroom with a hood-ass thot

[Verse]
Obesity, damn, my pockets too large
Secretly, snipe a n*gga from a hundred yards
Eagerly, spend twenty in Goyard
Easily, talk a b*tch up out her garter
Let a n*gga try, it's gon' be death
Standin' on business, steppin' on necks
400K, Los Alamos, well
Had to crawl back, so I barely had to slept
Pheromones, baby, I love your smell
Paranoid, trappin' out a cheap motel
Sneaky b*tch, you gon' get your boyfriend killed
Creepy sh*t, these n*gga not my ilk
Gunsmith, watchin' that blick get built
Huntin' sh*t, get on my way or get drilled
Baddie, damn, lil' mama, you cute
Addys, bags comin' in on them routes
Two-eight, five, jigglin' 'round that loop
Finna hit the East Side in this coupe
Obsession, money poppin' up my brain
Connected, they gon' be to me on a plane
Loewe hoodie, Loewe shoes
Watermelon weed, I be burnin' on fruit
Latest season drip, everything be new
Clutchin' on the blackout in this booth
[Chorus]
Infused weed come in next week
Hallucinogens, bendin' on shroom, I'm geeked
Manouverin' pounds in a motorcade fleet
Two of them, leavin' out twins, they freaks
Intuitive, I can tell a lil' n*gga weak
Proven it, action, I don't care 'bout speech
Approximate, thumb through the racks ten times
Massagin' her, stop askin', tell her she fine
Considerate, I'ma bring the Ps to your state
Belligerent, 'round me n*ggas ain't safe
Gorgeous, damn, lil' mama impressive
Mormon, me and ten hoes eat breakfast
Honesty, I'll tell a b*tch I don't need her
Comedy, I'm tired of these clown-ass people
Tamarac, trappin' out a hood-ass spot
Bendin' on a shroom with a hood-ass thot