Aye, what the hell you, uh locked up for Lil B MM, shit, you know Tiny pants Ya know, pink bandana normal shit Ya know we squaded up in jail though bruh it ain't nothing You know we real connected, well respected Ya feel me, bitch mob hitters and killers
We got beef (unh) what it be! Ridin in the donk fucked up off weed My bitch got weave cause she fuck with me (mm) Cock that fo-five, I look like master p (basedgod) Fuck around with me (mm) I'm a send you three! (damn!) Yung basedgod had to dump 53 (swag) Trashman basedgod, ya look like a fiend! (swag) Strapped up off lean, ya feel me!
Aye man, I ain't never seen lil b get that crazy before I been locked up for about 50 years now And I ain't never seen the bitch mob come through with so many bitches like that They even brought real women to jail Bitch mob is serious
Bitch what it be (mm) Ho come see me (damn) I got a couple things I can tell you for a fee (Tell me what's up bitch) No not free, not free (damn) Listen to me (what) I know a couple things (what?) You might know (what?) Ridin to the st (tell me!) Riding so low (swag) Ridin with hoes (basedgod) Ridin cause I'm good, (mm damn) Grippin on wood (dayum) I think I'm suge, I came off the muscle (daamn) I came off the hustle I came off the... (tss) Niggas think I'm pussy I'm a hittem with the choppa 50 With the choppa (swag) 50 Look like contra Basedgod look like 50 Basedgod look like nuh Basedgod look like what Basedgod look like you 50 What it do Hit em with that mountain dew (shh shh shh) spray We ain't playin no games Yung basedgod came in fuckin these lames (mm damn) Swag Basedgod
Basedgod so uh I mean, excuse me, lil b I got outta my character calling you the basedgod right now The basedgod is better than everybody But when you get out I want you to spread that based knowledge you feel me You can't be locked in here doing 50 you ain't gone do shit in here b You're purpose is on the outside Mmhmm, hmm Remember what I told you before? Yeah, hmm You startin up all these clicks in here, but ya know You gotta lotta love! But ya know, it ain't about you in here It's about you on the outs, ok? Yeah, you get me yeah fuck what them haters talkin about lil b they can hate on you all they want They just jealous because you from the streets and you got respect worldwide and they hate that They hate the streets cause they love it soo much, they wanna be you Aughh, ughh, based God! (Let the bodies hit the floor)
Compositores: Brandon Christopher Mccartney, Andre Holt (Almighty) ECAD: Obra #42821856