[Verse 1 - Bas:] Yeah Got them speakers in my ride, I like to keep 'em bumpin' I'm hustlin', chasin' dreams and hopes that I could become somethin' I threw a party, she say Bassy, thank you, but it's nothin' Cause I had to keep it jumpin' Ya a'int Blake Griffin, but I know that you be jumpin' Poker face stiffin', but I know that you be bluffin' No, I don't be cuffin', all these ducks be gettin' ends Rubber duck etcaeterin', and I'm the pain I left to make, and can't be ya crutch and meta... Piffy lined up, fired up in the dutch Of the easy lined up, wide up, six speed Like clutch, the city on me, I'm clutch No Worries ain't depending on me, I'm clutched Toast up my most tough at thirty thousand feet Henny in hand, land, can make it out my seat, Michelin man Make you grip about the street Grab The D cup on the freak, played that bitch and press repeat J-Walkin' thru time zones, I'm on that trip Got yo piece of the pie, and you pawn that shit I'm takin' all that shit until I own that sis College shit get mind blown, I'm on that quick She got expenses for Dixon and a nose that's rich Nothin' betta than brown dough that's on that stick A lil' hashish, shiish, baby If you roll it up with some keiff Super chasin paper about my lose leaf Rollin papers yeah I do chief Meditatin' like I'm Bruce Lee, at the Carter like I'm Tunechi Riddin' thru the borough while this cutie feed me sushi Salmon, avocado and an order of the cuchie Charles De Gaulle To JFK Brods givin up the draws like I'm JFK Guess I'm flawed, that's the roll, ain't nobody perfect Do it all just to ball and the shit is worth it
[Verse 2:] It's like that now Quick, fuck that let me get back I'm in L.A. but my days got sand from Dubai I'm getting brains all day like I'm Magna Cum Laude Cause, while you boys planked I was getting more stamps Now my passport shitting on your whole camp Fuck ya Instagram, that monkeys do delivery, that instant gram Damn, put them ones up for them ones that's above us cause we miss them man And to the niggas stuck up in the can And slam a cage up in ya body put cha body up in a different plan Different plain Same hustle different game They don't love you if they always wanted you to stay the same Slidin' through the checks, now I'm slidin' the the W with different dames That's a W nigga figure that shit is game I just keep doubling figures until my niggas ain't Pedelin' pills and kaine Cause in the streets, of the industry man them presidents is still the same Them presidents still the same I get that green back I see stacks and relapse Fiend Bas, I mean thatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
