She a bad bih, aye aye, shawty she a bad bih
She brought her friend too, they vibin in my residence
Smoke dat good gas man I smoke on dat intelligent
Standing on my money taller than the Eiffel tower
Going ghost because I been having too much power
I get it in and get it out in bout less than a hour, yea, less than a hour
Playing the cards that I was dealt, walk around the city I got gucci on my belt
She make it splash she make it clap, she throw it back
I drive to the lane flip dat bih call dat filay (Hayy)
Every damn day baby girl I get the cake
Don't f*ck wit none of you opp ahh niggas you know dem niggas the jakes
Riptide, shawty wet as hell I made her squirt, like the 10th time
Wavy music, old vibes looking back at my timeline (Let's Go)
I rock the grey 990s on my muh f*ckin feet (Oh yea)
She already know wassup wit me I'm from the DMV (Aye Moe)
Pretty teeth, fat ass she is a dime piece, ion even know her name she just a sneaky link
I gotta get it out the gutter hope you bitch ahh niggas know
Running up these bands these niggas do not want no smoke
I keep a AR wit a red dot on the muh f*ckin scope
I ain't playing wit em tell them boys stay awoke
Aye aye, she a bad bih, I say, shawty she a bad bih
She brought her friend too they vibin in my residence
Smoke dat good gas man I smoke on dat intelligent
Just stuffed a 3.5 in a wood I might not ever land
Counting fast getting money and put it up for my momma and nem
Niggas smoke about a pound a week, high as hell off the tree
F*ck what the hell they talking about I got the deals come shop wit me
Don't wanna lose myself so I stay true to self won't ever bend or break
Niggas be goofy as hell they act tough but they really fake as shit
The hood raised me but don't ask where I'm from I'm unaffiliated
Self made I don't fit in with the broke crowd I'm unassociated
Only want blue faces nigga dead ass, run it up in Ralph Simmons
Bookah had a civic 01, drove dat bitch like a Daytona
386 shit from Daytona, and I got that bih tatted on me
Street niggas beefin for some promo, that's a real oxymoron
I know niggas rich off oxycodone, I'm a cool nigga put a coat on
Look in my eyes you can tell that I'm high, I smoke shit from California
Cali Za pac, Sherbalato, lemon cherry, and berry punch
Stuffed 7gs in a dutch master now I got the midas touch
Aye aye, she a bad bih, I say shawty she a bad bih
She brought her friend too they vibin in my residence
Smoke dat good gas man I smoke on dat intelligent
AlmightyPat - Intelligent (feat. YDDN!CK) Lyrics
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She a bad bih, aye aye, shawty she a bad bih
She brought her friend too, they vibin in my residence
Smoke dat good gas man I smoke on dat intelligent
Standing on my money taller than the Eiffel tower
Going ghost because I been having too much power
I get it in and get it out in bout less than a hour, yea, less than a hour
Playing the cards that I was dealt, walk around the city I got gucci on my belt
She make it splash she make it clap, she throw it back
I drive to the lane flip dat bih call dat filay (Hayy)
Every damn day baby girl I get the cake
Don't f*ck wit none of you opp ahh niggas you know dem niggas the jakes
Riptide, shawty wet as hell I made her squirt, like the 10th time
Wavy music, old vibes looking back at my timeline (Let's Go)
I rock the grey 990s on my muh f*ckin feet (Oh yea)
She already know wassup wit me I'm from the DMV (Aye Moe)
Pretty teeth, fat ass she is a dime piece, ion even know her name she just a sneaky link
I gotta get it out the gutter hope you bitch ahh niggas know
Running up these bands these niggas do not want no smoke
I keep a AR wit a red dot on the muh f*ckin scope
I ain't playing wit em tell them boys stay awoke
Aye aye, she a bad bih, I say, shawty she a bad bih
She brought her friend too they vibin in my residence
Smoke dat good gas man I smoke on dat intelligent
Just stuffed a 3.5 in a wood I might not ever land
Counting fast getting money and put it up for my momma and nem
Niggas smoke about a pound a week, high as hell off the tree
F*ck what the hell they talking about I got the deals come shop wit me
Don't wanna lose myself so I stay true to self won't ever bend or break
Niggas be goofy as hell they act tough but they really fake as shit
The hood raised me but don't ask where I'm from I'm unaffiliated
Self made I don't fit in with the broke crowd I'm unassociated
Only want blue faces nigga dead ass, run it up in Ralph Simmons
Bookah had a civic 01, drove dat bitch like a Daytona
386 shit from Daytona, and I got that bih tatted on me
Street niggas beefin for some promo, that's a real oxymoron
I know niggas rich off oxycodone, I'm a cool nigga put a coat on
Look in my eyes you can tell that I'm high, I smoke shit from California
Cali Za pac, Sherbalato, lemon cherry, and berry punch
Stuffed 7gs in a dutch master now I got the midas touch
Aye aye, she a bad bih, I say shawty she a bad bih
She brought her friend too they vibin in my residence
Smoke dat good gas man I smoke on dat intelligent
She brought her friend too, they vibin in my residence
Smoke dat good gas man I smoke on dat intelligent
Standing on my money taller than the Eiffel tower
Going ghost because I been having too much power
I get it in and get it out in bout less than a hour, yea, less than a hour
Playing the cards that I was dealt, walk around the city I got gucci on my belt
She make it splash she make it clap, she throw it back
I drive to the lane flip dat bih call dat filay (Hayy)
Every damn day baby girl I get the cake
Don't f*ck wit none of you opp ahh niggas you know dem niggas the jakes
Riptide, shawty wet as hell I made her squirt, like the 10th time
Wavy music, old vibes looking back at my timeline (Let's Go)
I rock the grey 990s on my muh f*ckin feet (Oh yea)
She already know wassup wit me I'm from the DMV (Aye Moe)
Pretty teeth, fat ass she is a dime piece, ion even know her name she just a sneaky link
I gotta get it out the gutter hope you bitch ahh niggas know
Running up these bands these niggas do not want no smoke
I keep a AR wit a red dot on the muh f*ckin scope
I ain't playing wit em tell them boys stay awoke
Aye aye, she a bad bih, I say, shawty she a bad bih
She brought her friend too they vibin in my residence
Smoke dat good gas man I smoke on dat intelligent
Just stuffed a 3.5 in a wood I might not ever land
Counting fast getting money and put it up for my momma and nem
Niggas smoke about a pound a week, high as hell off the tree
F*ck what the hell they talking about I got the deals come shop wit me
Don't wanna lose myself so I stay true to self won't ever bend or break
Niggas be goofy as hell they act tough but they really fake as shit
The hood raised me but don't ask where I'm from I'm unaffiliated
Self made I don't fit in with the broke crowd I'm unassociated
Only want blue faces nigga dead ass, run it up in Ralph Simmons
Bookah had a civic 01, drove dat bitch like a Daytona
386 shit from Daytona, and I got that bih tatted on me
Street niggas beefin for some promo, that's a real oxymoron
I know niggas rich off oxycodone, I'm a cool nigga put a coat on
Look in my eyes you can tell that I'm high, I smoke shit from California
Cali Za pac, Sherbalato, lemon cherry, and berry punch
Stuffed 7gs in a dutch master now I got the midas touch
Aye aye, she a bad bih, I say shawty she a bad bih
She brought her friend too they vibin in my residence
Smoke dat good gas man I smoke on dat intelligent
Writer: Patrick Sutton
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