[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

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[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

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