[Intro]
To Bass be the glory

[Verse 1: Bass Santana]
Look, I done fucked around and turned your daughter to a eater, yeah
If my baby cheating on me, I don't really need her, yeah
Ugly motherfucker got the pretty hoes dreaming, yeah
I can't help myself, no, I was always out here scheming, yeah
Bass God, Bass God, Bass God, Bass, yeah
I could wash my pain away with drugs to the face
I could front your ass at least a dub if he's straight
I won't make deliveries unless it's an eighth
On my dick, on my dick, I'm a mean ass n***a
You don't rap, you ain't real, you a green ass n***a
I got pack, I got pack, I got loud, loud, loud
I don't trap, bitch I juug
It go down, down, down
Hold up
Eat the pussy, leave her ass behind like yesterday
I got the track, we could text today
Pull out the pack and I flex a J, Lord knows, knows
I don't fuck with you, it ain't no need to speculate
I bring his bitch into the base
I got that voodoo for you, baby
I got the shooters going crazy
I let them do the illustration
I'm in the mood, I'm hella faded
You're my pursuit like Will and Jaden
I must remove the text you gave me
You know my main investigating
I got the acid, I'm amazing
I gotta laugh when I'm sedated
Hold on, I'm on point, I'm on point, pull up
Hopping through the county, I've been tryna make a move up
Never been a sober motherfucker, hallelujah
I'm the one that showed a motherfucker how to do it
Run up on a other n***a, ever been a gutter n***a
Caught him with the cutter, had to cut a n***a up bih
Who got the funk? Who got the pack?
Just hit me up, I'll hit you back
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Young n***a, young n***a, young lit n***a
No shit, I was with your bitch, she was lit, n***a
No flex, they the ones who slept on some real n***as
Hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up
Like, hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up
Like hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up
Like young n***a, young n***a, young lit n***a
Hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up
Like

[Verse 2: $ki Mask The Slump God]
Dolemite, dynamite, galactic your ass tonight
Acid trip manager, I spy a K tonight
Jugular, jugular, slice it with pocket knife
I want your mother now, cougar my dick tonight
I been charged up like some Powerade, Broward made
Throwin' shade at you like a bucket hat, mmm
Minute Maid, OJ, light aid, risk worth
N***as hatin' on me, what the fuck is that? Mm
Yo' bitch confuse you like riddle, mm
You n***as sticky like maple, mmm
.40 tug tight like a cradle, mm
Fantasy, I'm yo' bitch faithful, mm
She suck like vampire, I stake her, mmm
Build-A-Bear Workshop, I take her, mm
Beat the pussy like I hate her, mm
She sniff that white but no Quaker, mmm
Take him, meet his maker, As-Salaam-Alaikum
I just want the paper quick like a pussy
Fall in like a laker, big dick like an acre
I need more drugs in the pot, bitch I'm cooking
Dancing with the Stars, my diamonds shining
And it couldn't be a better timing, mm
N***a call your barber, your line is frowning
Fade away, fade away the climate, ew
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Young n***a, young n***a, young lit n***a
No shit, I was with your bitch, she was lit, n***a
No flex, they the ones who slept on some real n***as
Hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up
Like, hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up
Like hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up
Like young n***a, young n***a, young lit n***a
Hit me on my motherfucking line, I could serve you up
Like...

[Bridge: Bass Santana]
I need more drugs (My motherfucking line)
You need more drugs (Hol' up, Hol' up)
We need more drugs, yo, yo (My motherfucking line)
Look, I need more drugs (My motherfucking line)
You need more drugs (Ay)
We need more drugs, yo, yo (Hol' up, Hol' up)
I need more drugs (Ay)
You need more drugs, yeah (Whachu say?)
We need more drugs (Hol' up, hol' up)
Hold on, I need more drugs, yeah (Ay)
You need more drugs, yeah
We need more drugs (Whachu say?)

[Outro]
Bass, n***a, hol' on
Bass, n***a, hol' on
I need more drugs
You need more drugs, hey
We need more drugs
Bass, hol' on, hey
Bass, bass, bass, bass, n***a
On my fucking 20 what you owe me boy
On my fucking 20, n***a