Bae
What's up, bae? (what's up, bae?)
New truck, bae (ahh)
Big guns, bae, yeah-yeah, and one sway (one sway)
Yeah, Impale (Impale), I'm the one, bae
Let's have fun, bae, semi-truck bae
Come get this nut bae, another cup, bae
A double cup, ayy (double cup, ayy), just my Feng Shui
Want smoke? That's bombs away (bop-bop-bop), in Tame Impala, ayy
Big pole I'm toting, ayy, get Saint Laurent, ayy
I'm on a different foreign, bae (different foreign, bae)
I'm a foreign boy, foreign point, four joints (four joints)
Yeah, oh my God, oh my God, tourin' boy
That was so corny, boy, that nigga rock Corduroy
I'm in a jet like Coi Leray, I'ma call up Coi, lil' bae
Bae, I might jet to yo' state
Pockets feel so overweight, and I get my zips from 408
Got white shit on her nose today, smoke an eighth then pour an eight
No one else can pull my bae, so much clothes just for my age
This that shit you can't escape
This that shit you can't escape, can't escape
Pain away (pain away) 808, beat you just like 808 (just like 808)
Day to day, soft ass, you like candy paint
Fuck it anyway, I make guap in many ways
My doctor don't feel any pain, bullets hit harder than heavyweights
Four gram blunts like everyday, we call that shit "Heavy shake"
I see your bitch belly shape, that shit make my belly ache
Had a long day, I barely ate
God hit you, he just gon' carry him away (he just gon' carry)
What's up bae, new truck, bae (yeah, he just gon' carry)
Big guns, bae, and one sway
Yeah, Impale, I'm the one, bae
Just have fun bae
Bitch gon' eat you up, bitch she a freaky slut
Come on, I'll bite your butt, ayy
Percocet keep me up, they gon' eat me up
Smokin' on Keisha, yeah, you know I'll piece you, yeah
Can I boost you up? Can I boost you up? Eat you up? (eat you up?)
What's up, bae? (what's up, bae?)
New truck, bae (ahh)
Big guns, bae (yeah, yeah) and one sway (one sway)
Yeah, Impale (Impale), I'm the one, bae
Let's have fun, bae, semi-truck bae
Come get this nut bae, another cup, bae
A double cup, ayy (double cup, ayy), just my Feng Shui
Want smoke? That's bombs away, in Tame Impala, ayy
Big pole, I'm totin', ayy, get Saint Laurent, ayy
I'm on a different foreign, bae
New truck, bae (ahh)
Big guns, bae, yeah-yeah, and one sway (one sway)
Yeah, Impale (Impale), I'm the one, bae
Let's have fun, bae, semi-truck bae
Come get this nut bae, another cup, bae
A double cup, ayy (double cup, ayy), just my Feng Shui
Want smoke? That's bombs away (bop-bop-bop), in Tame Impala, ayy
Big pole I'm toting, ayy, get Saint Laurent, ayy
I'm on a different foreign, bae (different foreign, bae)
I'm a foreign boy, foreign point, four joints (four joints)
Yeah, oh my God, oh my God, tourin' boy
That was so corny, boy, that nigga rock Corduroy
I'm in a jet like Coi Leray, I'ma call up Coi, lil' bae
Bae, I might jet to yo' state
Pockets feel so overweight, and I get my zips from 408
Got white shit on her nose today, smoke an eighth then pour an eight
No one else can pull my bae, so much clothes just for my age
This that shit you can't escape
This that shit you can't escape, can't escape
Pain away (pain away) 808, beat you just like 808 (just like 808)
Day to day, soft ass, you like candy paint
Fuck it anyway, I make guap in many ways
My doctor don't feel any pain, bullets hit harder than heavyweights
Four gram blunts like everyday, we call that shit "Heavy shake"
I see your bitch belly shape, that shit make my belly ache
Had a long day, I barely ate
God hit you, he just gon' carry him away (he just gon' carry)
What's up bae, new truck, bae (yeah, he just gon' carry)
Big guns, bae, and one sway
Yeah, Impale, I'm the one, bae
Just have fun bae
Bitch gon' eat you up, bitch she a freaky slut
Come on, I'll bite your butt, ayy
Percocet keep me up, they gon' eat me up
Smokin' on Keisha, yeah, you know I'll piece you, yeah
Can I boost you up? Can I boost you up? Eat you up? (eat you up?)
What's up, bae? (what's up, bae?)
New truck, bae (ahh)
Big guns, bae (yeah, yeah) and one sway (one sway)
Yeah, Impale (Impale), I'm the one, bae
Let's have fun, bae, semi-truck bae
Come get this nut bae, another cup, bae
A double cup, ayy (double cup, ayy), just my Feng Shui
Want smoke? That's bombs away, in Tame Impala, ayy
Big pole, I'm totin', ayy, get Saint Laurent, ayy
I'm on a different foreign, bae
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Piccone, Grace Mitchell, Nicholas Colletti
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