BASED lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Glick
Yeah, arp, the biggest

[Chorus]
I got money, I ain't stressin', b*tch (6, I'm not)
I promise that my b*tch about it too, just come and test the b*tch (Woah)
And if that first bullet ain't enough, I shoot the rest the clip
And you can say I cap rap 'til I pull up and shoot up yo' sh*t
I told him to get up off my tip, ugh, 'cause that sh*t gay
I got a gun, aim one at his face
I hit a stain, I ain't Billy Mays
Feel like Charleston White with this mace
We got too many guns in his place, you should've seen the look on his face
I get a weird b*tch say I'm based

[Verse]
You couldn't make past first base
I hit a body, I ain't leave a trace
Don't make my Glock take him on a date
Got an Australian b*tch call me, "Mate"
You is a ho, I can't relatе
I got a white plug, his name is Nate
My .40 a rapist, call it Andrеw Tate
I couldn't talk to him 'cause I'm bait
I couldn't f*ck with it 'cause she bait
You is a goofball, not a man
Switch on the Glock, it look like a trans'
I'm finna scam a man couple bands
I got a cooling kit for my fan
[?], get his bands back
Choppin' off his arm, where the f*ck his hands at?
You is a pus*y, bleedin' like Tampax
I'm in L.A., I just make ten racks
Shoot the boy, man, you know he a John Doe
I got on NUMBER (N)INE like Ronaldo
Kill yo' homie, I feel like I'm Quando Rondo
Tell me how much is yo' bond for?
I can't see this sh*t like a blindfold
You better tell me why the f*ck is you lyin' for?
My bro', he not finna die fo'
I gotta peel it, sh*t like [?]
You like school, I like the gula
What do you want? I want some problems
You smoke Runtz, I pay top dollar
You is not really a motherf*ckin' baller
You is a b*tch, you a baby, a toddler
I'm pullin' up in a Chevy Impala
Yeah, if you want a drink, just give me a holler
[Chorus]
I got money, I ain't stressin', b*tch (I'm not)
I promise that my b*tch about it too, just come and test the b*tch (Woah)
And if that first bullet ain't enough, I shoot the rest the clip
And you can say I cap rap 'til I pull up and shoot up yo' sh*t
I told him to get up off my tip, ugh, 'cause that sh*t gay
I got a gun, aim one at his face
I hit a stain, I ain't Billy Mays
Feel like Charleston White with this mace
We got too many guns in his place, you should've seen the look on his face
I get a weird b*tch say I'm based (Yeah, the biggest)