Oh Yea - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Keep that shit lowkey, Tae)

[Chorus: OsamaSon, Backend]

Two seat whip, me and the switch, yeah

YSL jeans, and they barely fit

Yeah, spendin' ten, oh my, she finna throw a fit

Yeah, and I'm still ridin' with the Micro stick

Yeah, three play-plays bustin' in this iPhone 6

Yeah, ain't dyin' 'bout a bitch, I pulled up, brand new whip (Let's go)

Madbudz ring my phone, we got new licks, yeah

Finna catch a body in this Rick fit, yeah

Lean got me hit, I can't see shit, yeah

Fifty Percs' touch down, let's get it, yeah Brand new wrist, bust down, let's get it, yeah

We fuck up the whip, 'cause this bitch rented, yeah

Bitch think I got on all my chains, I'm seein' Cedar tinted

Granny think I don't got a phone 'cause we ain't talk in a minute

Keep pourin' up, I'm like, "Damn, when the juice finish?"

Pounds after pounds, it's gettin' better, so I keep spinnin'

Skippin' out of town 'cause I ball, you know I'm winnin' (Uh)

I'm skippin' out of town 'cause I ball, you know I'm winnin' (Uh)

[Verse 1: Backend & xaviersobased]

It's Backend, baby

Phone-Phone keep jumpin' 'cause the fiends keep callin' (Mm-mm)

Outside at Bossa Nova’s, tryna catch some shiny shit (Uh)

Outside at Bossa Nova’s and I bought some shiesty shit (Uh)

Where the— Where the juice at? Man, pour up all that shit

W-W-Where the juice at? I'm tryna sip all that shit

Bi-Bitch said she like the Ricks, she tryna eat the dick (Yeah)

Ridin' 'round with the stick, I ain't tryna slip (Mm)

Movin' all these bowls, you can call me Pac-Man (Yeah-yeah)

Bitch, I got them packs, man (Mm-mm)

If you wanna boof with chief, nigga, you can come and get it (Mm-mm)

If you ain't tryna pay that high, nigga, I ain't gon' sweat it

You could go shop somewhere else, nigga, you is gon' regret it (Mm-mm)

[Verse 2: xaviersobased]

Bitch, I'm dippin' cheese in the sky (Mm-mm)

Bitch, I got Gs in the stash (Mm-mm)

Yeah, bust him down, yeah, you ain't bustin' packs, ayy (Oh)

Cheap ass nigga, get a bag (Oh)

If a nigga sweat my pop, then I'm gettin' back (Oh)

Bitch, we goin' crazy in the trap (Yeah)

Servin' plenty headies out the bag (True)

Catchin' phones around your neck don't really mean nothin'

I remember dubbin' Gs out the Nissan

I got fiends comin' down, they said they need some

Spend a ying on a ring, 'cause I need one

Had to run, yeah, I did they ass bad

Won't take the easy route because I wanna last

[Chorus: OsamaSon]

(Keep that shit lowkey, Tae)

Two seat whip, me and switch, yeah

YSL jeans, and they barely fit

Yeah, spendin' ten, oh my, she finna throw a fit

Yeah, and I'm still ridin' with the Micro stick

Yeah, three play-plays bustin' in this iPhone 6

Yeah, ain't dyin' 'bout a bitch, I pulled up, brand new whip (Let's go)

Madbudz ring my phone, we got new licks, yeah

Finna catch a body in this Rick fit, yeah

Lean got me hit, I can't see shit, yeah

Fifty Percs' touch down, let's get it, yeah

Brand new wrist, bust down, let's get it, yeah

We fuck up the whip 'cause this bitch rented, yeah

Bitch think I got on all my chains, I'm seein' Cedar tinted

Granny think I don't got a phone 'cause we ain't talk in a minute

Keep pourin' up, I'm like, "Damn, when the juice finish?"

Pounds after pounds, it's gettin' better, so I keep spinnin'

Skippin' out of town 'cause I ball, you know I'm winnin'

[Outro: OsamaSon]

(Wha—)