That Lowend (Remix)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Dorrough Music] That base, that lowend That base, that lowend That base, that lowend That base, that lowend [Verse 1: Dorrough Music] It's that lowend, remix, better yet that G Mix [?] run through them, like it ain't no defence Set it off like [?], [?] like C-Lo Lil mama like she [?], met her in a hotel at Rio Why broke niggas always hating? And hating niggas always broke Primetime clique, we run this bitch Always high, cause we always smoke Don't give a damb bout your family I laugh at a nigga, no joke I blow cold like Alasca, me [?] no [?] I'm feeling good, fucked around and bought my girl a car You grippin wood, nigga that your girl car [?] Take your bitch, work your bitch, fuck around and put it on Worldstar Y'all on your Ray Charls, a lot of y'all niggas can't see shit The bitchеs that you call A1, ain't even on my C list She may bе fine on Twitter, but she don't look good in person My speakers they hit hard, like Blake Griffin did [?] [Chorus: Dorrough Music] That base, that lowend That base, that lowend That base, that lowend That base, that lowend [Verse 2: Ace Hood] Ace Hood! [?] got me [?] hights I'm so high in flight, I should reside up in the sky I got my stripes, no [?] Ace knock in your speakers Glock 9 and I keep her Red bottom my sneakers Ciroc no [?], 20 chains [?] With my Spanish mamacita, you might wife her, she my skeezer I strap up then I go in Beating like the lowend My neck on super frozen Panaramma what I'm rolling Hold up, speakers [?] Roli on me cost a whole Benz Copped the Phantom, now I believe in ghosts Told my bitch to call me when she need me most Money get [?] bitches in my [?] Them niggas who ain't got it, envy the most A hundred grand, I let my chain swang 250 ain't a damb thing [Chorus: Dorrough Music] That base, that lowend That base, that lowend That base, that lowend That base, that lowend [Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle] Right back with that remix My presi flooded, seasick My 6 [?] Benz got 2 [?] You jealous, that's weak shit Your ho chose, that's [?] shit Come dive off that [?] [?] naked pictures, hoes all in my recents Not [?] Pull up on all of that weak shit Your bitch gon be speachless If she hear how my beat hits [Verse 4: Yo Gotti] Beats hit hard He see god Yeah check cleared, no card Stop the beat, I'm going acapella My whips white, and my kush yello [?] whip cream Still grinding with the same team Remix, me on [?] [?] Money bag, we eat homie Pull up in that white vert Trunk hit like a gun son [?] [Chorus: Dorrough Music] That base, that lowend That base, that lowend That base, that lowend That base, that lowend