Clever

How u gon' say that u gon' ride
But fuck up the vibe
Fuck all the haters
They hate all the time
Only smoke papers
That shit make me high'
How u gon' say that u gon' ride
But fuck up the vibe
Fuck all the haters
They hate all the time
Only smoke papers
That shit make me high

Stunt on my haters
Now watch them go die
Watch me go party on the fourth Of July
Smoking that weed not wasting No time
I see the ops don't look back just Drive

Like hold up, I'm to clever
They ain't never gonna see me Under pressure
My momma by my side as I'm Getting shit together
But I can not lie I wanna live like Hefner

I got a glock in my pants shoot it Everywhere I go
Getting all these bands spend it At designer stores
See me at the mall post it up with The fam
I ain't talking bout Dan, only Shooting with hands

Hot thotties
Run up on me and I'm shooting Up your body
Hit a grand slam got a max from The Rockies
All this rap shit man used to be a Hobby
Now i'm smoking like Bob Marley

How u gon' say that u gon' ride
But fuck up the vibe
Fuck all the haters
They hate all the time
Only smoke papers
That shit make me high'
How u gon' say that u gon' ride
But fuck up the vibe
Fuck all the haters
They hate all the time
Only smoke papers
That shit make me high

Like hold up, I'm to clever
They ain't never gonna see me Under pressure
My momma by my side as I'm Getting shit together
But I can not lie I wanna live like Hefner

Shawty she love me she calling Me baby
Every time I ask you, you say Maybe
Oh wait pull up in Mercedes
I can't trust no one, cause they Ain't ready

For this, I just pulled up with Your bitch
Watch me go shoot up your click
I ain't fucking with no snitch
Bye bitch

How u gon' say that u gon' ride But fuck up the vibe
Fuck all the haters
They hate all the time
Only smoke papers
That shit make me high'



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Writer(s): Braden Scheu
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