Bass House

Aye aye aye aye aye aye
Ok you plate Soufflé no we don't play no game no 2k
Homicide don turned from a robbery, can't hold it in like a nigga hit the lottery
No candle or eat no cake but eat the pussy like it's my birthday
All that fuck shit really don't bother me, fuck with the real cause the real gon' ride for me
Aye aye aye aye aye aye aye

Big dually truck sit up to the tip top
Got so high like a nigga was on moon rock
Them Bullets giving dances moves like it's a Tik tok
Gon have stars in yo Ceiling nigga ima push yo mayback
Them niggas got wrong I made them niggas do a track meet
Ima rock star baby ion only sell rapper weed
Never claimed to be a trapper shit tryna trap me
I Ran up a sack me and jt on backstreet
Keep 3 hoes ion know which one bad to me
Called up Don then I'm headed to Miami
Credit card fraud baby a nigga livin' lavish
Can't trust nobody when it come to this cabbage

Aye aye aye aye aye



Credits
Writer(s): Dayquawn Dupree
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