All Bass

She gon wanna get in the se tinted doors
Yea whippin wit the homies we be creepin low
Yea know I got that thang, that fire, lock and load
When I'm steady rollin through its all bass tho
She gon wanna get in these tinted doors
Yea whippin wit the homies we be creepin low
Yea know I got that thang, that fire, lock and load
When I'm steady rollin through it's all bass tho

Keep that 19 close but they gon think it's in the trunk
Yea it's ugly for you when he get out they gon tell unc
Your cousin think you a bitch so I jus know your ass a chump
Swerve the whip, watch out for them potholes and them bumps
Yea gas the whip I'm down colorado turn on lake
Five percent tint Im sittin low Im really duckin jakes
Keep my head high praying to the sky, God I need sum faith
Never played baseball but my nine gon keep me safe

She gon wanna get in these tinted doors
Yea whippin wit the homies we be creepin low
Yea know I got that thang, that fire, lock and load
When I'm steady rollin through it's all bass tho
She gon wanna get in these tinted doors
Yea whippin wit the homies we be creepin low
Yea know I got that thang, that fire, lock and load
When I'm steady rollin through it's all bass tho

I can't trust a nigga shit cause I can hear the hiss
The homie rock solid cause he straight up from the bricks
I know a couple niggas that gon dime me bouta bitch
I don't really give a fuck cause they gon want hang with the clique
Yea I know a nigga if he shoot I know he jus won't miss
We some wolves in the bitch pull that dog out it gon piss
Yea she thinks she my bitch yea I know what makes a hoe
Couple chains on my neck yea you know that be some gold
Shiny chains up on my neck I know that make her go
She think she a stripper in this bitch I gotta pole
Baby do it sloppy you gon try to take a soul
You gon want your get back, from the back I made you fold



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Writer(s): C.j. Auguste
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