bass head - liveraw gbt lyrics
[hook: detroit l*o]
in the studio cooking crack, then we serve em to the bass heads
riding through the hood with the 12s, yea n*gga i’m a bass head
h*ll yea we do this sh*t for fun, and we do this sh*t to make bread
spent my whole life by the speakers, now they calling me a bass head
in the studio cooking crack, then we serve em to the bass heads
riding through the hood with the 12s, yea n*gga i’m a bass head
h*ll yea we do this sh*t for fun, and we do this sh*t to make bread
spent my whole life by the speakers, now they calling me a bass head
[verse 1: manny maurizio]
bass heads, i’m addicted to that bass line
get to work, f*ck them n*ggas if they ain’t mine
don’t got a option for a break time, only make time
for a straight dime, all over your mans
take you on a vacay, f*cking all over your plans
back to the grind and do it all over again
i know you miss the sand
i know you miss getting high in the sky, feeling like it’s chronic in your strands
rapping still b*tch, cuz i’m addicted
wealth in abundance, cuz n*ggas tryna get it
cars, clothes, hoes, money, i ain’t too specific
when i was on my knuckles, n*gga you was just a critic
and now i’m tryna get it while i’m young
my journey go from living in the slums, to a n*gga getting funds
now life seems fun
got me spitting on this mic and stacking one’s til they weigh a ton
that’s a mill if you dumb
[hook: detroit l*o]
in the studio cooking crack, then we serve em to the bass heads
riding through the hood with the 12s, yea n*gga i’m a bass head
h*ll yea we do this sh*t for fun, and we do this sh*t to make bread
spent my whole life by the speakers, now they calling me a bass head
in the studio cooking crack, then we serve em to the bass heads
riding through the hood with the 12s, yea n*gga i’m a bass head
h*ll yea we do this sh*t for fun, and we do this sh*t to make bread
spent my whole life by the speakers, now they calling me a bass head
[verse 2: ishaan the rit god]
vince carter sh*t, got my arm in the rim
phone ring ring, start duncan like tim
rit rit, n*gga getting sucked playing madden
keys like khaled, got green like a salad
living in a dream, rest in peace to dr. king
acting like a plug, little n*gga you a string
gold bottega for the arizona nights
blowing og, it’s a california night
go from the b*tch to the floor cuz i learned
watching for the pigs while i’m counting what i earned
pray to the heavens, take shots like stephen
curry vision blurry, watch these n*ggas who ref’n
look down, now these n*ggas passing you later
office depot, we be packing up paper
look down, now these n*ggas passing you later
office depot, we be packing up paper
bass in the speakers for the bass heads
land blunt blink til’ the tape dead
suck me in the vip, i don’t waste head
pay that lawyer til’ the case dead
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