wemadeit. - Intellectual

[Intro: jxpiterr]

(Yeah, ooh)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, young J-X-P-I)

Yeah, young J up, I made it, yeah

Yeah, I count guap, count paper, yeah

Yeah, got my niggas up, we made it, yeah

Got that Glock with extension if you hatin’, yeah

I just run up, I just count the paper, yeah

Got a new hoe, yeah, I call her baby, yeah

J-X-P the goat, I feel like Brady, yeah

Ain’t see y’all, it’s been a minute, baby, yeah

Aw, yeah (yeah), I’m too high, yeah (yeah)

In the sky, yeah, got twin hoes, they mine, yeah

That nigga upped that blick, he tried, yeah

That nigga talked that shit, he died, yeah

Niggas wan’ hate stay on that side, yeah

Niggas ain’t know my stick be Bi, yeah

Niggas couldn’t swag like this if they tried, yeah

All of that fake ass shit they buyin’, yeah

I got that Rick Owens my slides, yeah

Dive in that bitch like slip n’ slide, yeah

I’m so high that I might cry, yeah

I just can’t wait for my time, yeah

Yeah, that girl, she gon’ be mine, yeah

And for her, I might go die, yeah

I’m so up, I’m floatin’ in the sky, yeah

Pop a Molly bean, she finna cry, yeah (ooh)

Off that Ecstasy, I might go die, yeah

J-X-P on top, he been that guy, yeah (been that guy, yeah)

Fuck that bitch, yeah, that lil’ hoe the prize, yeah

Niggas hatin’, yeah, they tellin’ lies, yeah

Red coupe, Nick Saban, I might roll the tide, yeah (roll the tide, yeah)

Yeah, I’m off them drugs, I feel my body dyin’, yeah