Bass In Your Voice lyrics

[Intro]
Tss, huh, ayy

[Verse]
Your mama was a ho, and you a mama's boy
I know you a ho too 'cause you your mama's boy
Soft ass rapper, don't get blew like an Almond Joy
I pull off in a f*ckin' pink slip like I'm unemployed
She asked for a ring boxed up, I sent her money, Floyd
Make me smack your geeky ass out of your corduroys
Chopper "Ts, ts", stutter boy, just like the water boy
Same n*gga that helped you win start hatin' on you
I ain't no simp, I pray a n*gga come and take her from me
Don't mean no chaperone when I say I'ma take the 30
This dime chick I got landin' ain't got no Lakers jersey
Soon as I got lit, that's when you switched, I was your favorite person
The pain I suffered made me rich, but that don't make it worth it
Thankful for the struggle, God, You made me earn it
They tryna play musical chairs, now the tables turnin'
f*ck the Internet, I woke up gettin' to a check
You wake up and click straight on Instagram I bet
Every time I smack a n*gga, they tried to sue me like some hoes
Had to choke the CO up, pus*y, quiet down your tone
Don't let the smile fool you, I'm the wildest guy you know
Tryna practice more patience, all my life I've been on go
f*ck her once, she tryna get me a kid
I know money don't grow on trees, mom, but leave it to me
Know I bear arm like Beauty and the Beast
Put some bass in your voice when you speakin' to me, pus*y
She keep tellin' she love me, yeah, sure, b*tch
b*tches sayin' "Hey" 'cause I walk 'round with horse sh*t, woo
Yeah, I love to get money, talk sh*t
I got all my haters big bitter like a auction
I got new paper in my hand like my dog p*ssed
Tss, she chose the right one, she a smart b*tch
Feds tryna find prints, I tell 'em "Go ask Carlton"
Spent your shopping budget in valet and I'm just parkin'
That b*tch you posted look familiar, but I'm gon' just heart it
I told your b*tch this is the end, Micah Parsons
I'm on my Porsche holdin' back tears, I was just starvin'
I dogged a b*tch forty-six times, they don't be learnin'
I'm iced up, poppin' my sh*t, got a full clip
She seen the red flags and still went, your b*tch on bullsh*t
That plate better be full when it hit this pulpit
Around the hoes, he ballin' up his toes to make his shoes fit
n*ggas flat, they don't be havin' no chicken
My top came off like it went to a Baddie audition
I couldn't be a English teacher, I be spellin' sh*t different
The P always capital, no matter where in the sentence
n*ggas actin' like they hard 'til you clap em', he a witness
He lucky we ain't take his charm, it look magically delicious
Whack my shooter if he actin' suspicious
I broke her heart but she still beg for forgiveness
She makin' up like she got back from suspension
It's been ten years, I told her I'll be back in ten minutes, she probably still waitin'
My socks off, cakin' with a rich lady
f*ck with me, in your imagination, boy you Temptations
n*ggas so quick to switch up, that's 'cause they been hatin'
Game seven, boy, this Prada is a windbreaker
b*tch, throw that ass back, I know you been waitin'
Baby, why you eatin' me like this? Your man a b*tch, ain't he?
Trippin' every motherf*ckin' day, I need to get the maintenance
I would love to hoe n*ggas for free, but they keep sendin' payments