"BasedGod, Pt. 1" lyrics

It's critical
This is a KID production

Bitches know my name, load then I aim
Stay Based for life, but our stories ain't the same
Only nigga get punched in his face and got famous
I still got guns, I still got vests
You can see that the game switched
Last time I looked, it's real niggas who became rich
Suckers got cold; the AK had to knock him off
Shotgun in the trunk, it's fat like Rick Ross
Had to leave the hood 'cause sucker niggas start to run the block
Had to get my head right, bulletproof in the trunk
Riding solo 'cause I know I ain't no fucking punk
Mask up, fuck with me, that pistol like gold fronts
In your mouth, real nigga squad it out, I beg your pardon
Pull that shotgun, he 360 like Vince Carter
Huh, damn, I'm a pretty bitch
Coke like apartheid, separate the city quick
And I don't play games, and I don't know about that silly shit
Multiply a movie and a gun, you get a 30-clip
Divide a hollow tip and a head, equals a wig split
Times Lil B, ya get that nigga, and I run this shit

Based God, bitch