[Bas & Ab-Soul:] Look at 'em sippin' the sauce You niggas been rippin' us off You niggas just talking the most like Housewives Pockets is full of the hope from the quotes I never wrote Telling me and my bro Doe Burger came for the dope only Benjamin Franklin them folks owe me Bassy told you my nigga, I got the loud and it's lit Went to college a bit, but ain't pay off all my tuition Now I'm back in the town from rapping for crowds A nigga been searching for purpose And guess what I found? [Verse 1 - Ab-Soul:] Pastor Blackman join my diocese Warn the people sleeping on the legion I'm a Dreamvillain talking major keys Think DJ Khaled playing Mavis Beacon Soulo found the loud and lit it back woods Back to back, it's like I'm mad at Meek Burning brain cells with my nigga that just made bail like last week Still ducking strays in the plies like submissive bitches With my dogs at the top and we in heat, fuck all ya'll 'til I'm in the box Six feet underneath the gravel, casket made of 47 karat gold Hear the trumpets blow, Jesus banging the gavel Soul
[Bas:] Look at 'em sippin' the sauce You niggas been rippin' us off You niggas just talking the most like Housewives
Soulo hold up let me get it back Had to run the ball, bring the city back Got the power in my head, yeah, yeah Been a year since I fit in fitted caps Go and tell them niggas that Bas brought the East back, eat that Niggas play my album and repeat that Niggas play your album, hear them weak raps And delete that, that's soft shit Need some wheatgrass Better boss up, awh fuck Got your bitch starstruck, off us Got five figures in my offers My how the times have changed I might leave tour and go buy the range I see the snakes, I see the fakes I see 'em straight through designer frames I just got crib out in L.A I get my pick at the thots, but she can not stay If she had her way she'd be picking the locks Got a shower big enough to dance in With your favorite singer and the dancers In the party, in the back booming Rep the city like I'm Pat Ewing Fiends high as bald eagles And my product all legal Word to Soulo my nigga I got the loud and it's lit
Look at 'em sippin' the sauce You niggas been rippin' us off You niggas just talking the most like Housewives
[Ab-Soul:] Like I do my Saint Laurents She can't wait to take 'em off Complimenting my expensive jeans Turn your housewife to a thot-ty Thought a bitch cadance made a thizz face All these niggas do is copy, wait what? We ain't buying none of that shit, that shit For the birds and the fact is, you just a knat to a pterodactyl However unbalanced that is, this ain't about status We cease and desisting y'all, the teachers dismissing ya'll Insisting you give it up Cole World, codeine in my cup Fiends
[Bas:] Look at 'em sippin' the sauce You niggas been rippin' us off You niggas just talking the most like Housewives Pockets is full of the hope homie Tell 'em we came for the dope only For the dope only Benjamin Franklins them folks owe me And we ain't buyin' none of that shit And we ain't buyin' none of that shit And we ain't buyin' none of that shit (You niggas just talking the most like Housewives)
Word to Soulo my nigga I got the loud and it's lit Went to college a bit Pissed off my scholarship quick Now I'm back in the town I'm back in the town A nigga been searching for purpose There's nothin' aroundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
