The Bass Gon' Rock ft. Stoozy Lyrics

I know the bass gon' rock and make the shades fall off

But the rainbow I'm lost in, the colors awesome

I'm not so caught up in the plot, y'all just gossip, it's ugh

Wait wait wait

Somebody tell me who really in charge

Headed downtown boutta find out the problem

You better not tell me I'm lost in the sauce

Bitch come cry me a river, no Austin

Turnin' the pack all black when I spark in it

Y'all keep talkin' y'all shit but I'm walking it

Let me go check my wallet, I'm all in

This letter gon' tell me that no one can tell me who better

You better come pay me a lot

Twenty more minutes, racing the clock

Twenty one records until takeoff

Dominique Wilks, two dimes and a penny

If you can't count, bitch, that's a one to a twenty

It cost too much to have a broke bitch with me

Wait wait wait

It cost too much to have a broke bitch with me

J pop out with a fit, too fitty

Back on my bullshit, two chains on me

Got two phones ringin' I'm Kev Gates homie

Just a stuck up, fucked up kid gettin' sucked up

Yeah ugh

And when I walk up in the party, bad bitches is off Bacardi

Acid tabs and rolling molly

I couldn't even get started

Then I woke up on the awning

Good morning, let's take a dab again

Extravagant, the shit I'm on now overpowered, speakers rattling

This ain't no caravan

Got smoke in the air vents

So tell the repair man

To watch where his hand land

I know the Bass gon' rock

And make the shades fall off

But they won't stop until they face fall off

So the bass gon' rock

And make the shades fall

Cut the breaks off

And then I take off

It's been weird to me

That people who won't lend an ear for me

Is tryna hear from me

Same ones who gon' reach out for that wheel and try to steer for me

Smile on my face and disrespect me cheerfully

I see the scene, I say wassup

Say wassup

I won't settle for no cut

I can see your hesitation, type to drink that in my cup

I'll be the theme song,

Shinigami, feel that in my gut

It's a King Palm, anybody, smoke 'em in my Dutch

What be the fuss?

Imma keep it hush

Rappers getting sweet, but we read 'em, now they blush

I think I might need a touch up

Just to help me feel alive

I get blood lust from the smell of .45s

If they duckin' on me, fuck 'em, then it's next

Don't be guest

When you see me, new graffiti on my chest

Hold my breath

Oh my god, you're so obsessed

It be sus

Don't be pressed

You'll be lunch

Why you stressed?

I know the Bass gon' rock

And make the shades fall off

But they won't stop until they face fall off

So the bass gon' rock

And make the shades fall

Cut the breaks off

And then I take off