Bikes - Intellectual

[Choo]

Back when I was a younging, you couldn’t tell me nothing

I was down in florida with some niggas that was thugging

But I was on my skateboard riding, looking chubby

Looking for them biddies, tryna get right into something

But nothing really showed up cause niggas wasn’t old enough

But them hoes never found ol' niggas that was cold as us

Riding in that orange chevy look like Halloween son, October

I and I like doritos, cause I keep them chips all on my shoulders

Boulders on my mind and these hoes tryna grind

I done said the same things a hundred million times

And you niggas still ain't listening, and my chain is glistening

Walked up in that bitch they like oh my god it’s him again

Oh my god it’s him again

He bought a pair of Jordans, you see him when he sport em

Damn he look so gorgeous

Riding on this track you can say that I’ve been horsing

And these girls be tryna fuck and I ain’t even gotta force em

I’m riding, finessin, sliding through your section

Niggas hating on me cause the signs of progression

And with these biddies I don’t show em no affection

Did you see my necklace? Hold up, hold up, flexin

I’m riding, finessing, now a nigga flexin

Tryna get bang, don’t sip no drank

Unless it's 211, give a fuck what you think

Getting money in the bank, bank

Hold up bitch just think, think

If you shut that wrong, probably you can get a bang

I’ma hit Bradley, he said he got some music

And I’m about to go and do it, cause I’m Nike

And I’ma keep on doin what I’m doin and, (hey)

Everything pursuin, and just laugh at them niggas that don’t like me (fuck 'em)

Cause it’s kinda exciting, when I see they faces crunch up

And now these hoes wanna chill so they tryna bunch up

And just hop up in the whip, bitch just take a sip bitch

After you do that I guarantee we gonna dip, ah!