Beat With a Bass

Aye, aye, yuh I got a beat with a bass Melting your face like a Lost Arc Need to pick up the pace to reach a place Where I leave a mark I started hustling when I was young Because I was born with a spark Lil Tall about to Takeoff, ooo like I'm Quavo I'm not Offset by a narc (nah) I attack on a track a la Shaq Turn around bitch I do a 180 Got a hack talking flack, talking smack Cause he thinking my shit isn't wavy? No I don't care, I'm living my life And smoking a blunt til' it's hazy Making a Hungry Man dinner for two for myself And smothering that shit in gravy Got Lizzo on a flute and it slap I'm killing this beat no cap Dedicated my life towards trap (mhm) Now a high boy riding my lap (mhm) Finding my way no map (mhm) Thinkin bout getting that strap (mhm) Find me speeding on the 405 because I got to clap back I see the prize and I'm gonna go get it Got allies and we gonna go get it Drink too much my blood acidic But I see another shot and I'm gonna go get it You move slow like you arthritic Acting all mad like a cynic I'm thinking you should calm the fuck down And smoke some loud from that clinic Let's go Sederwall rockin the flow and I'm making my money and making my dough I'm standing firm and I'm knocking the door Gonna do things never done befoe Shoutout to my hoes And to my woes Hitting their woahs Stay on your toes Writing my story Into a prose While exhaling clouds out of my nose Life's a roller coaster imma run it like a tycoon Ooo, we goon, higher than a balloon Grinding all night, eyes blacker than racoons I'm a wolf, in the street, howlin at the full moon Sederwall gonna go go get it bitch Bounce back like a yo yo get it bitch I swerve from the popo if they lurkin Like coco soy esa puta bitch Yeet, I'm gonna tear up the beat Burn it and turn it to peat Runnin my way through the street Ey, ey I'm gonna Move, move, move, dip Groove, groove, groove, whip Move, move, move, yeah I gotta beat with a bass I gotta be on my High life, squad shit Bass head, dub hit I'm looking down from the cockpit If there's a grid then I'm on it The crew is the yin to the yang Too much talent it's insane I was in a rut now I'm off it Now money involved and we profit No I do not go with the flow Because I'm setting the current I roll it up, light it up, puff on that loud Hitting us hard like a turret Analyze tactical angles and Keeping it right like a was a Egyptian Turned fantasy into non-fiction Now revving it up like an engine Numbers high on the deposit Dancing my music will cause it Following through when I toss it Wizarding I'm on my Oz shit Hard work for years is where it begins Hustling every night with the friends Went to the store, bought us an abacus Using it now to count all our wins Move, move, move, dip Groove, groove, groove, whip Move, move, move, yeah I gotta beat with a bass I gotta beat with a, beat with a bass