LOL lyrics

[Intro: Bass Santana]
T-t-to Bass be the glory
(Carry ya stink cunny, talkin' all that f*ck) Bey
Real talks right, this how you gotta come up

[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Racks off a ratchet b*tch, pimping with my pinky lit
Purse first, lane switch, ha, ha, hahahaha
Wavy, sip water, selling green to your daughter
When I tax her for that quarter, I'm like ha, ha, hahahaha

[Verse 1: Bass Santana]
Zoe him for that check, yeah
What gon' happen next? Hmm
Maybe he upset, wait
Red dot handle that, ooh
Too late for that pressure, mm
.45, I'm special
Cocaine on the dresser
Your hoe tend to snort it when she miss you, whaat?
Work my wrist, ice sh*t
B.S. my initial
Keep some pills inside my system
Pull that pistol, they gon' listen
Wait, why they always on my di*k?
Before, they ain't listen
Now they taking pictures
Now she wanna f*ck a ugly n*gga, wait
Race, race, race
Run up on a n*gga, no face, no case
Oh, how sweet, no Amazing Grace
Make a n*gga pray, make a n*gga meet his make', okay
Wait, wait, wait
Ain't no sleep for the lost that faith
Can't depend on another man, on another hand
f*ck a rubber band, I'ma get a whole damn safe
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Make racks off a ratchet b*tch, pimping with my pinky lit
Purse first, lane switch, ha, ha, hahahaha
Wavy, sip water, selling green to your daughter
When I tax her for that quarter, I'm like ha, ha, hahahaha

[Post-Chorus: Bass Santana]
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[Verse 2: Kid Trunks & Flyboy Tarantino]
Okay, like VVS my neck
Shirt red like the Tech
n*gga touch my pack
He finna get wet
Flip your b*tch, just like a Tech Deck board
pus*y n*gga can't say no mo'
No mo', save no ho
That's how the game go
Fat young n*gga with the pesos
Need a big booty b*tch like J Lo
Okay, like what's your payroll?
Looking like zero-zero, no gate code
You a pus*y ass n*gga, you fake, though
Got my eye on your b*tch, like I'm Kano
We blowin' up like volcano
We fly to the bank, we the greatest, you hatin', no reason to hate, though
My .45 ain't no joke
Nose running, she loving that coke
Gatorade wit' a four
Got your baby mama posted
Posted at the trap, baggin' up an O
Js going out the door
Plays going out the door
[Chorus: Bass Santana]
Racks off a ratchet b*tch, pimping with my pinky lit
Purse first, lane switch, ha, ha, hahahaha
Wavy, sip water, selling green to your daughter
When I tax her for that quarter, I'm like ha, ha, hahahaha

[Post-Chorus: Bass Santana]
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, hahahaha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, hahahaha
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