Bass (feat. Tech N9ne & Hopsin)

Made it out the hood

Now these motherfuckers act like I didn't work for it

I been doin' good

Used stab me in the back in the past like I never could flourish

Went from that beat-up Honda Civic to a tour bus

Whole squad in it, it could only hold four of us

I been countin' hunnies in my undies, I need more bucks

Hotel room full of smoke, keep the door shut

Please do not get me confused

Millions and millions of views

Just got a crib with the pool

But I still live in the booth

Got a backpack full of ammo

Hoodie matte black, and my pants all camo

I just took a shot of Jack Daniels

Doin' more numbers than the neighborhood trap phone

Y'all can keep talkin' anonymous

Honestly I can see y'all want no part of this, no

Doggy, I put my whole heart in this

Say they want smoke till I Roman like Spartacus, woo

I'm feelin' like a million in cash

I might spend it right now, and I'll still get it back

I just went and got a new whip

That I'll probably never drive, just to fill my garage

Cold steel with the bars

I can feel that they soft, come and deal with the boss

You think you hot, but ya not

'Cause your shit's all ass like Nicki Minaj

I don't mean to flex right now

But I know I'm at my all-time best right now, that's right

Pumpin' up my chest right now

We at war, get close you the next one down, let's go

They throwin' dirt on my name

I might just burst into flames

They tryna surf on my wave

I ain't gon' turn down the bass

They throwin' dirt on my name

I might just burst into flames

They tryna surf on my wave

I ain't gon' turn down the bass

How can the haters say I'm irrelevant?

Speakin' before you check it out is never intelligent

Like I'm dead and to hell I went, but I'm flyin' over you like a pelican flies

Never get the swatting from elephants

Eloquent, that's why this big amount of mail is spent

But the jealous sent all kinda embellishments

Try to yell against me and your fail is meant

Now your shell isn't not even an element

Tech in the mean zone

Your team gon' run away from a killer to somebody to lean on

I get the green homes, they wanna ring chrome

Everyone will bite the dust

Fuckin' ding-dongs, you a hostess

I'm the owner that gonna just bring on dope shit

That make 'em cling on like a coke bitch

Fiends on the low, get streamed on with a bro dick

N9ne, he never go lightly, got the shotta for true

She know my cheddar throw hyphy, lots ciabatta to spew

King of the letters, bro, I be hot, your squad is the loo

**** forever, no like me, atsa matta for you?

Want it, then you gotta be competitive

Don't be comin' like you on a sedative

Give the people some better shit

Have some motherfuckin' rapper etiquette

If he goin', you go like you never did

Be on top and ahead of it, after I leave this

I'm back on the road to stack my Gs

Tech and Merkules, the rappers ya need

To super-charge you with no batteries, bitch

They throwin' dirt on my name

I might just burst into flames

They tryna surf on my wave

I ain't gon' turn down the bass

They throwin' dirt on my name

I might just burst into flames

They tryna surf on my wave

I ain't gon' turn down the bass

I been low-key for a minute

I think it's time I come outta the bat cave

This ain't the time for you to man up and act brave

I'm out of my mind, but a sustainable rap craze

I'm on the grind, you know the flow is divine

That's why I been on the rise like a volcano when ash sprays

These are your last days, I'm rippin' your limbs like crab legs

They shouldn't let me play in this rat race, I'm back, mane

Who said I'm fallin' off?

In my cellie you gon' see a lot of broads

And you know that the pussy is fire

That's why they throw it at me like a molotov

Motherfuckers finna get punished

You gon' see the whole damn rap game plummet

Yeah, this **** hop done, done it

You ain't even see my little black ass comin'

Guys, hold up 'cause I'm so nuts, when I roll up

You might wanna keep the door locked

A high-roller, I rhyme vulgar, guess I'm sorta

A bipolar beast that you're not

**** see the things I do

They be like, hop, "I wanna be like you"

She said, "Yeah, I got a man

But for the ill mind I would leave my boo"

You poor bastards bow down to your master

You're last to finish the race

Of course that's the only outcome that could have been

'Cause I bust long a torn magnum

See, I summon the mic like it was Thor's hammer

My body slammin' this beat till the floor shatters

Then I keep rappers as a reward

They corpses are stiff on the floor with a sword jammed in

They throwin' dirt on my name

I might just burst into flames

They tryna surf on my wave

I ain't gon' turn down the bass

They throwin' dirt on my name

I might just burst into flames

They tryna surf on my wave

I ain't gon' turn down the bass