Flight - Intellectual

[Intro: Sprite Lee]

Uh, uh, uh

I'm like woah

Uh, uh, yeah

Oh, oh, oh

Ayy, Slim with the sauce

In the 4

Based1 got them bands, ho

I'm like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, bad bitch

She gon' drop it all the way down to the floor

I'ma ride for my kin, I'ma ride for the bros

I was sippin on maloe, I was lit, that's for sure

Bad bitch, she gon take the whole thing, givin throat

Everybody on my dick, yeah, they tryna crack the code

I'ma ride with the stick, I'ma ride with the pole

I'm in the foreign switchin lanes and I'm ridin' dolo (skrt, skrt)

Ok, ok, I got money on my mind

It's such a shame that it wasted my time

I don't care where I'm at, I'ma get high

I got a palace off my ice, I'ma go and hit shine

I pick you with my Tula, I don't care about the price

I just hit up two bitches, told em "drivin' from the Chi"

I just cash out for the gas, I don't put you in the sky

And if you ain't throwin' neck, you can drive home tonight

I been with the bros, yeah, we just livin' life

My bro trapped in the states, he can't even get a flight

I might, I might go insane if he snitchin' on the guys

I know my bitch wanna ring, but I got her plenty ice

Yeah, do your thing, foreigns in the rain

I might drop the top but I ain't fuckin' up the sway

Babygirl you ain't my bae, you my protégé

I put on some Marvin Gaye, and then I beat it to the race