More Bass
I can't fuck with you niggas
I think I'm above you niggas
I got the master plan
Popped a tab to know who I am, and how to run up my bands
Dollar by dollar, I'ma become the plug and run it up
Gram by gram, smoking zip by zip
'Til these hoes know who I is
And when I enter that building I on't show no respect
I ain't come here to parlay bitch I just came here for that check
I just came here with a Tec
I just came here for that neck
Not no sex
Me and my niggas in the building, fuck the rest
Young nigga, thinking you grown now cus you filled with scars
You 'posed to hold that trigger lil' nigga you on't know how to shoot that R
When I jump out that car, I swing that bitch like a guitar, and lift it up to my arm
I see my mark, I aim, I breathe, I squeeze, I shoot, I hit, I score
Free my Blood this shit don't stop they sell they soul for klout
I shoot to kill, yo blood won't clot
Heartbeat gone, body dropped
I turnt him up, and he turnt his back on me
Look at the thanks I got, now look at the thanks he got
Look at the drop I got, wop
Pull up, 10 different bitches
Pull up with 10 different flavors
Pull up v10 without no top I see the drop on they faces
Red flannel, red laces
White bitch, red lips
Blue strips, Ben Franklins
Dead niggas in rotation
Smoked him by myself, faced him
Black Glock, green laser
Try to run, we gon' chase you
She won't fuck, I won't make her
I got more game than The Lakers
She on a fast break, I told her slow it down
I had to pace her, like the Pacers
She like to argue all day
Me, I'm bout my paper
I sent my bitch to school, I told her be a great debater
Know they wanna do you in
Tighten up or loose a screw (Loose a screw)
Know they hate to see me win, I show my ass, I act a fool (I act a fool)
I oversize the shirt, not for the fashion, for the tool (Nigga I did that for the tool)
How you get that pack through TSA? Thats what I do (Nigga thats just what I do)
How you walking straight? Man you sipped so much of that juice (I be sippin' sippin')
How you a grown ass man walking around with a deuce-deuce? (We on't carry those)
Niggas faking on the gas, that ain't the 1, ain't e'en the 2
If I smoke it or I boom it you know it's top shelf exclusive (Fahso, fahso)
In my city with yo bitch, we just cruising (On the low)
She so high, she just hit her head on the roof
And my white girl in the back, she say please don't stop the music
I see the hate in they eyes, if I slide Ray Bans on mine will it get through? (I on't know)
I put on a suit and a tie, I'm tryin' impress this bitch I went to school with (Lil' hoe)
Never listened to the bishop, felt I had more juice than him (Fahso, fahso)
I'm through with them niggas, I ain't got nothing else to prove to them (On God)
Show me who got they hand round this game and I'ma loosen it (I'ma try)
Cute lil' chick I took to Ruth Chris, man she stupid thick
But I told her not to take no pics cus I thought it might come to this
But clearly that ain't yo' bitch from the way she ride my dick (Get off my dick)
You acting like you in love and shit
Did you know she swallow spit? (This bitch a trick)
You embarrassing yo' self for a choosy, freaky bitch (She was on her knees)
Better get a grip on reality 'fore you loose it bitch
I on't put my trust in them (Nah!)
I on't put no faith in them (Nah!)
Swear I just be fucking them (Swear!)
Then I just be ducking them (Duck 'em duck 'em!)
I do this shit for all the times them niggas ran off (Fahsho)
I do this shit for when I was broke them hoes didn't want talk (Lil' hoes)
Ay, I do this shit I made it out yellow tape and white chalk (On Bloods!)
I do this get active bitch I on't like to talk
Nigga fuck that lil' clique you with, I'm too legit
Extended clips go ludicrous
And fuck where you from lil' bitch I'm a Lunatic
I want more head
I want more bread
Ay I need any nigga disrespect what I stand for dead
Got plugs on Telegram
Fucked my crush on Instagram
They label me a drug dealer I'm just a business man
I on't really like selling grams, but I mean shit I can
She seen the DMT thought it was molly cus it's tan
I got like 50 wallets full of credit cards to scam
Smiling every time I'm swiping, they know who I am
I think I'm above you niggas
I got the master plan
Popped a tab to know who I am, and how to run up my bands
Dollar by dollar, I'ma become the plug and run it up
Gram by gram, smoking zip by zip
'Til these hoes know who I is
And when I enter that building I on't show no respect
I ain't come here to parlay bitch I just came here for that check
I just came here with a Tec
I just came here for that neck
Not no sex
Me and my niggas in the building, fuck the rest
Young nigga, thinking you grown now cus you filled with scars
You 'posed to hold that trigger lil' nigga you on't know how to shoot that R
When I jump out that car, I swing that bitch like a guitar, and lift it up to my arm
I see my mark, I aim, I breathe, I squeeze, I shoot, I hit, I score
Free my Blood this shit don't stop they sell they soul for klout
I shoot to kill, yo blood won't clot
Heartbeat gone, body dropped
I turnt him up, and he turnt his back on me
Look at the thanks I got, now look at the thanks he got
Look at the drop I got, wop
Pull up, 10 different bitches
Pull up with 10 different flavors
Pull up v10 without no top I see the drop on they faces
Red flannel, red laces
White bitch, red lips
Blue strips, Ben Franklins
Dead niggas in rotation
Smoked him by myself, faced him
Black Glock, green laser
Try to run, we gon' chase you
She won't fuck, I won't make her
I got more game than The Lakers
She on a fast break, I told her slow it down
I had to pace her, like the Pacers
She like to argue all day
Me, I'm bout my paper
I sent my bitch to school, I told her be a great debater
Know they wanna do you in
Tighten up or loose a screw (Loose a screw)
Know they hate to see me win, I show my ass, I act a fool (I act a fool)
I oversize the shirt, not for the fashion, for the tool (Nigga I did that for the tool)
How you get that pack through TSA? Thats what I do (Nigga thats just what I do)
How you walking straight? Man you sipped so much of that juice (I be sippin' sippin')
How you a grown ass man walking around with a deuce-deuce? (We on't carry those)
Niggas faking on the gas, that ain't the 1, ain't e'en the 2
If I smoke it or I boom it you know it's top shelf exclusive (Fahso, fahso)
In my city with yo bitch, we just cruising (On the low)
She so high, she just hit her head on the roof
And my white girl in the back, she say please don't stop the music
I see the hate in they eyes, if I slide Ray Bans on mine will it get through? (I on't know)
I put on a suit and a tie, I'm tryin' impress this bitch I went to school with (Lil' hoe)
Never listened to the bishop, felt I had more juice than him (Fahso, fahso)
I'm through with them niggas, I ain't got nothing else to prove to them (On God)
Show me who got they hand round this game and I'ma loosen it (I'ma try)
Cute lil' chick I took to Ruth Chris, man she stupid thick
But I told her not to take no pics cus I thought it might come to this
But clearly that ain't yo' bitch from the way she ride my dick (Get off my dick)
You acting like you in love and shit
Did you know she swallow spit? (This bitch a trick)
You embarrassing yo' self for a choosy, freaky bitch (She was on her knees)
Better get a grip on reality 'fore you loose it bitch
I on't put my trust in them (Nah!)
I on't put no faith in them (Nah!)
Swear I just be fucking them (Swear!)
Then I just be ducking them (Duck 'em duck 'em!)
I do this shit for all the times them niggas ran off (Fahsho)
I do this shit for when I was broke them hoes didn't want talk (Lil' hoes)
Ay, I do this shit I made it out yellow tape and white chalk (On Bloods!)
I do this get active bitch I on't like to talk
Nigga fuck that lil' clique you with, I'm too legit
Extended clips go ludicrous
And fuck where you from lil' bitch I'm a Lunatic
I want more head
I want more bread
Ay I need any nigga disrespect what I stand for dead
Got plugs on Telegram
Fucked my crush on Instagram
They label me a drug dealer I'm just a business man
I on't really like selling grams, but I mean shit I can
She seen the DMT thought it was molly cus it's tan
I got like 50 wallets full of credit cards to scam
Smiling every time I'm swiping, they know who I am
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Writer(s): Low Keyon
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