A.A - Intellectual

[Intro]

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[Verse 1]

Ricky and Morty for this cash, a nigga slight creative

Smoking my leaf and the shit, kick like its Kato

Fuck the bando up for the time she tried to play us, uh

Get ya band up, niggas been cap

That shit made up

Bitch woah

I count plenty with my dough

Woah, quite playing with my dough

Need to run this bag up

Give a damn if she bad, uh

Running from ya past, huh (ohh, oh, oh, oh)

[Hook 1]

Give a damn what you mean to me, yeah

It’s what you do

It’s what you say, oh

Catch a vibe, yeah

Aw, let’s catch a vibe, yeah

(Ohh, oh, oh, oh)

[Verse 2]

Are you proud of me

Took this out the galaxy

I just had to really see

How this shit, how this shit

How this shit play out for me

Acid accidentally

Ask me “are you into me”

Then she giving dentally

Good brain but can’t add at all

Can’t she think on adderal

When I’m there she catch it all

When I nut she catch it all

Austin Powers when I drop

They said that it’s been a drought

Legends said it’s alright

The world just said it’s all mine

Magic City, alright

It’s alright

It’s all night

I feel like the 80s baby

My percentage real high

Leaning on this road like

I feel like I damn made It

She fuck with me the best

Ride me, jet

After I need rest

Head game hella stupid

Put a nigga in cardiac arrest

She gotta get dressed

Can’t use my phone better call collect

Uber down the street

I’m sorry you can’t get my address

Feeling like Timmy Turner

Short with plenty bitches

I ain’t been to church

Money my religion

Getting out the mail

They ask me if it’s gon’ sell

Let me go ahead and keep that on the hush though

That tkay case was cutthroat

[Pre-Hook]

But I feel like I’m 80s baby

I feel like

I feel like I’m a 80s baby

I feel like

I feel like I’m 80s baby

I feel like

I feel like I’m a 80s baby

[Hook 2]

Thinking about all the days I done managed dodging 9-5s

I admit sometimes I done did shit I don’t kinda like

Lay back in the creases and crevasse, I’m hard to find

Throw my shit in the back, my foot through the floor and just drive

I done checked out for the moment

It’s bringing me bad

No asking me why

You would just lie

Find my joy in recording

Bringing me bags, yeah

[Outro]

Fuck you

Yeah, Oh

Fuck you

Oh, fuck you

Ohh, fuck you