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

.45, I'm special

Cocaine on the dresser, yuh

Your hoe tend to snort it when she miss you

Work my wrist, ice shit, BS my initials

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 an ugly nigga

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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Ha, ha, hahahaha

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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 more

No more, save no hoe

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 tho

Got my eye on your bitch, like I'm Kano

We blowing up like volcano

We fly to the bank, we the greatest, you hating, no reason to hate though

My .45 ain't no joke

Nose running, she loving that coke

Gatorade with a four

Got your baby mama posted, posted at the trap bagging 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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