Rich The Kid

Basehead

by Rich The Kid

[Intro]
Creep, creep music
Whoa Kenny
You know what I'm sayin', Lil Deuce with me
Ready to shoot, ayy

[Chorus]
I swear I bought my first blower from a basehead
And now I get my syrup in the cases
I whip the white girl but I'm not a racist
I swear I bought my first blower from a basehead
I swear I bought my first blower from a, ooh (twenty-five dollars), damn, ooh, ayy
From your mama, and she, ayy (f*ck that throat)
From a basehead (I bet these n*ggas won't play)
f*ck that b*tch, always wasted

[Verse]
b*tch I get my syrup in the cases (a lot)
When you pull up and you dancin', don't waste it (in the parking lot)
I ain't playin', when you pull up better shake it (ayy, ayy)
Put that sh*t inside the liter then she taste it (make that sh*t shake)
She gon' treat it like some dining room basics (ayy, ayy)
All these cases, b*tch you better not break it (b*tch be careful, ooh, damn)
I had her suck it even though she had braces (b*tch be careful, goddamn)
Ooh, ooh, now I hate the b*tch, goddamn
Why you keep actin' so crazy? (why you wildin' and sh*t b*tch?)
Kicked her out that b*tch was lazy (b*tch ass ho)
You been here for two hours, why you still ain't tried to pay me?
This b*tch is crazy, I kicked her out
Now that b*tch pullin' back up with her brother
She knew he a blood and she knew I was cousin
But b*tch didn't know that that boy was my cousin
Stupid, damn
Y'all got different dads, we got different scams
I was in the trap, oh, damn
I don't know where you was at, I don't know that man, ooh
You don't be where I am, damn, damn (goddamn)
You a n*gga in the house, you a n*gga on the couch
You was playin' 2K, all you n*ggas too lame
Ayy, we ain't playin' games
I bought a blower, age of eight, ooh
Takin' aim, don't play no games, ayy
(Make it rain, Drummer Gang)

[Chorus]
I swear I bought my first blower from a basehead
And now I get my syrup in the cases
I whip the white girl but I'm not a racist
I swear I bought my first blower from a basehead
I swear I bought my first blower from a, ooh (twenty-five dollars), damn, ooh, ayy
From your mama, and she, ayy (f*ck that throat)
From a basehead (I bet these n*ggas won't play)
f*ck that b*tch, always wasted

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