"BASS IN YOUR VOICE" lyrics

Tss, huh, ayy

Your mama was a ho and you a mama's boy
I know you a ho too 'cause you your mama's boy
Soft-ass rapper, don't get blew like an Almond Joy
I pull off in a fuckin' pink slip like I'm unemployed
She asked for a ring boxed up, I sent her money, Floyd
Make me smack your geeky ass out of your corduroys
Chopper st-st-stutter, boy, just like the water boy

Same nigga that helped you win start hatin' on you
I ain't no simp, I pray a nigga come and take her from me
Don't mean no chaperone when I say I'ma take the 30
This dime chick I got landin' ain't got no Laker jersey

Soon as I got lit, that's when you switched, I was your favorite person
The pain I suffered made me rich, but that don't make it worth it
Thankful for the struggle, God, You made me earn it
They tryna play musical chairs, now the tables turnin'

Fuck the Internet, I woke up gettin' to a check
You wake up and click straight on Instagram, I bet
Every time I smack a nigga, they try to sue me like some hoes
Had to choke the CO up, pussy, quiet down your tone

Don't let the smile fool you, I'm the wildest guy you know
Tryna practice more patience, all my life, I've been on go
Fuck her once, she tryna get me a kid
I know money don't grow on trees, mom, but leave it to me

Know I bear arms like Beauty and the Beast
Put some bass in your voice when you speakin' to me
Pussy
She keep tellin' me she love me, yeah, sure, bitch
Bitches sayin' hey 'cause I walk 'round with horse shit
Ooh

Yeah, I love to get money, talk shit
I got all my haters big bitter like an auction
I got new paper in my hand like my dog pissed
Tss, she chose the right one 'cause she a smart bitch

Feds tryna find prints, tell 'em, "Go ask Carlton"
Spent your shoppin' budget in valet and I'm just parkin'
That bitch you posted look familiar, but I'm gon' just heart it
I told your bitch this is the end, Micah Parsons

I'm on my Porsche holdin' back tears, I was just starvin'
I dogged a bitch forty-six times, they don't be learnin'
I'm iced up, poppin' my shit, got a full clip
She seen the red flags and still went, your bitch on bullshit

That plate better be full when it hit this pulpit
Around the hoes, he ballin' up his toes to make his shoes fit
Niggas flat, they don't be havin' no chicken
My top came off like it went to a Baddie audition

I couldn't be an English teacher, I be spellin' shit different
The P always capital, no matter where in the sentence
Nigga actin' like they hard 'til you clap 'em, he a witness
He lucky we ain't take his charm, it look magically delicious

Whack my shooter if he actin' suspicious
I broke her heart, but she still beg for forgiveness
She makin' up like she got back from suspension
It's been ten years, I told her I'll be back in ten minutes, she probably still waitin'

My socks off, I'm cakin' with a rich lady
Fuck with me, in your imagination, boy, you Temptations
Nigga so quick to switch up, it's 'cause they been hatin'
Game seven, boy, this Prada is a windbreaker

Bitch, throw that ass back, I know you been waitin'
Bae, why you eatin' me like this? Your man a bitch, ain't he?
Drippin' every motherfuckin' day, I need to get the maintenance
I would love to ho nigga for free, but they keep sendin' payments