arpsweatpants & prodby668 – based lyrics
[intro]
yeah, gl!ck
yeah, arp, the biggest
[chorus]
i got money, i ain’t stressin’, b+tch (6, i’m not)
i promise that my b+tch about it too, just come and test the b+tch (woah)
and if that first bullet ain’t enough, i shoot the rest the clip
and you can say i cap rap ’til i pull up and shoot up yo’ sh+t
i told him to get up off my tip, ugh, ’cause that sh+t g+y
i got a gun, aim one at his face
i hit a stain, i ain’t billy mays
feel like charleston white with this mace
we got too many guns in his place, you should’ve seen the look on his face
i get a weird b+tch say i’m based
[verse]
ou couldn’t make past first base
i hit a body, i ain’t leave a trace
don’t make my glock take him on a date
got an australian b+tch call me, “mate”
you is a ho, i can’t relatе
i got a white plug, his name is nate
my [?] call it andrеw tate
i couldn’t talk to him ’cause i’m bait
i couldn’t f+ck with it ’cause she bait
you is a goofball, not a man
switch on the glock, it look like a trans’
i’m finna scam a man couple bands
i got a cooling kit for my fan
[?], get his bands back
[?], where the f+ck his hands at?
you is a p+ssy, bleedin’ like tampax
i’m in l.a., i just make ten racks
shoot the boy, man, you know he a john doe
i got on number nine like ronaldo
k!ll yo’ homie, i feel like i’m [?]
tell me how much is yo’ bond for?
i can’t see this sh+t like a blindfold
you better tell me why the f+ck is you lyin’ for?
my bro’, he not finna die fo’
i gotta peel it, sh+t like [?]
you like school, i like the gula
what do you want? i want some prada
you smoke runtz, i pay top dollar
you is not really a motherf+ckin’ baller
you is a b+tch, you a baby, a toddler
i’m movin’ up, [?]
yeah, if you want a drink, just give me a holler
[chorus]
i got money, i ain’t stressin’, b+tch (i’m not)
i promise that my b+tch about it too, just come and test the b+tch (woah)
and if that first bullet ain’t enough, i shoot the rest the clip
and you can say i cap rap ’til i pull up and shoot up yo’ sh+t
i told him to get up off my tip, ugh, ’cause that sh+t g+y
i got a gun, aim one at his face
i hit a stain, i ain’t billy mays
feel like charleston white with this mace
we got too many guns in his place, you should’ve seen the look on his face
i get a weird b+tch say i’m based (yeah, the biggest)
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