LOL

Lyrics

[Intro: Bass Santana] T-t-to Bass be the glory (Carry ya stink cunny, talkin' all that fuck) Bey Real talks right, this how you gotta come up [Chorus: Bass Santana] Racks off a ratchet bitch, pimping with my pinky lit Purse first, lane switch, ha, ha, hahahaha Wavy, sip water, selling green to your daughter When I tax her for that quarter, I'm like ha, ha, hahahaha [Verse 1: Bass Santana] Zoe him for that check, yeah, what gon' happen next? Hmm Maybe he upset, wait, red dot handle that, ooh Too late for that pressure, mm, .45, I'm special Cocaine on the dresser Your hoe tend to snort it when she miss you, whaat? Work my wrist, ice shit, B.S. my initial Keep some pills inside my system Pull that pistol, they gon' listen Wait, why they always on my dick? Before, they ain't listen, now they taking pictures Now she wanna fuck a ugly nigga, wait Race, race, race, run up on a nigga, no face, no case Oh, how sweet, no Amazing Grace Make a nigga pray, make a nigga meet his make', okay Wait, wait, wait, ain't no sleep for the lost that faith Can't depend on another man, on another hand Fuck a rubber band, I'ma get a whole damn safe [Chorus: Bass Santana] Make racks off a ratchet bitch, pimping with my pinky lit Purse first, lane switch, ha, ha, hahahaha Wavy, sip water, selling green to your daughter When I tax her for that quarter, I'm like ha, ha, hahahaha [Post-Chorus: Bass Santana] Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, hahahaha Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, hahahaha [Verse 2: Kid Trunks & Flyboy Tarantino] Okay, like VVS my neck, shirt red like the Tech Nigga touch my pack, he finna get wet Flip your bitch, just like a Tech Deck board Pussy nigga can't say no mo' No mo', save no ho, that's how the game go Fat young nigga with the pesos Need a big booty bitch like J Lo Okay, like what's your payroll? Looking like zero-zero, no gate code You a pussy ass nigga, you fake, though Got my eye on your bitch, like I'm Kano We blowin' up like volcano We fly to the bank, we the greatest You hatin', no reason to hate, though My .45 ain't no joke Nose running, she loving that coke, gatorade wit' a four Got your baby mama posted Posted at the trap, baggin' up an O Js going out the door, plays going out the door [Chorus: Bass Santana] Racks off a ratchet bitch, pimping with my pinky lit Purse first, lane switch, ha, ha, hahahaha Wavy, sip water, selling green to your daughter When I tax her for that quarter, I'm like ha, ha, hahahaha [Post-Chorus: Bass Santana] Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, hahahaha Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, hahahaha Ha