Basterds ft. Machacha & Hell'z OWN Lyrics

I lost my mind a couple times bitch I ain't losing it again

She ain't gon show up empty handed shorty usually bring a friend

I'll be unruly till the end

Instead of dick riding

If you was with me shooting in the gym

Then maybe you could've been him

Throw some vintage in the fit that shit say Stüssy on the brim

Jewelry shopping in New York done got me booted in some Timbs

I've been on a crazy run it's like I'm looping all my wins

Could give a fuck if niggas like me I don't do this shit for friends

I been nice since back when Boosie did a stint

Wipe me down bitch

You fuck with bad bitches then you know how small a town gets

They getting too big for their britches I make em down shift

I see you niggas and think of police you're like a Crown Vic

Can't see into the future but I know it's bright as hell

Keep going till I get it never been the type to fail

Look she a soul snatching animal

You look you might could tell

Shit I keep my best eater in the crib like The Whale

Look behind the smoke and mirrors all they got is hype to sell

If you gon' let them buy your soul then make sure you price it well

Seen niggas gamble with their whole life and roll the dice to hell

If I'm in there then I'm smoking bitch I'm moving like Chappelle

It's DeSaint

Let the glass touch

Cold blooded basterds

Ain't nobody moving past us

I could use the rest but I'd rather fill the stash up

OG on my line telling me to keep the grass cut

Shit I been through I ain't think I'd live to tell the story later

Need like 40 flavors of some Mauri gators

Shorty savor the taste of the king you just a shorty saver

Just save your paper

Smoked salmon pickled onions capucine capers

What she cooked me in the AM

Before I hit the back breaker

And jumped in a AMG from '93

I gotta go bout 20 miles on I-75 to pick me up a P

No distribution all 16 ounces of fire and them shits all for me

Everything I got I earned and none of the shit that I got was fucking free

Picking buds up out of bucket seats

Smoking blunts and clutching cheeks

Hell'z OWN who the fuck else am I supposed to be

Aside from fucking me

Not a soul on earth exists that I would rather be

Not a sight that I'd rather see

Cold blooded bastard born as lonely seed

Myself's my only need

This life's a movie

And it's rollin G

Let the glass touch

Cold blooded basterds

Ain't nobody moving past us

I could use the rest but I'd rather fill the stash up

OG on my line telling me to keep the grass cut