Tiny Pants b*tch lyrics

Intro:

White flame, you f*ck with me ima catch a case..
(im the number 1 b*tch)

Verse 1:

Ask me b*tch about the West Side woadie
3 got tha 40, ace got tha luger
Ask about Based God, I might bruise ya
Underground music n*gga I don't wanna make it
I think I'm The Weeknd I'm posted in Toronto
New bentley coupe, don't think that I'm rich
I'm not a f*ckin lick, I'll make you my b*tch
n*ggas in the hood think I'm flexin' & I'm gay
I'll make your b*tch straight, I'll take her on a date
I interracial date and I f*ck with other races (basedgod!)
(I love you, I love you, I love her!)
I set great examples, but girls love my p*nis
Damn based god ya got game like e-40
I texted e-40, & guess what he told me
"keep on grindin' get yo money lil homie"
Now I run the label, now my money stable
I pimp lil b cause that ho is my b*tch
You touch my b*tch again, then ya n*ggas might cry
I might tat that tear on my muthaf*ckin' eye
My cousin told me stop lettin' sh*t slide
Alotta young n*ggas run around gettin' high
Playin' with my safety man that's how you f*ckin' die
Some people let you run, some people let you hide
I'm the type of guy that'll send you to the grave
I stay positive, but these n*ggas still hatin'
Don't run in my house cause I'll blow yo f*ckin' brain
Out yo f*ckin' ass cause you robbin' for that cash
Don't make excuses, you don't wanna do this
I stay flexin' new sh*t, errrythang new sh*t
Only o.g.'s I f*ck with when I do sh*t
Young n*ggas die cause they don't understand
Don't f*ck with a man that's been f*cked over
Everybody know I got a chip on my shoulder
A boulder on my back and I feel like I'm in the 'Nolia
b*tches really love me, n*ggas really hate that
Have yo opinion, just don't f*ckin' touch me
Goldhouse hustla only n*gga with the house
Goldhouse building, that's how I'm feelin'
Basedworld records, that's how I'm feelin'
Girls talk about lil b, shh, I really owe em'
Errbody know I tote that mac if ya want it
My last name mac, so you know I keep tha 40
Call me Danny Glover, a plus hustla, a plus gangsta, a plus f*cka
n*gga ask me if I still rep b*tchmob
Imma f*ck a lesbian, I'm a f*ckin' exception
n*gga put that metal to ya head like an Excedrin
Everybody strugglin', you know I love strugglin'
Gold mask on I'll f*ck a b*tch butt-naked
With my smart hat on, I think I'm Thomas Edison
Hatin' on the basedgod, lay ya head down
Basedgod's naked, I still got the AK
I sh*t butt-naked with my gun in the bathroom
Uh b*tch what the f*ck, I'm Kris Humphries!
Outro:

Nyeah, suck my di*k b*tch, nyeah!
You f*cking b*tch, nyeah
Basedgod, basedgod you have b*tches basedgod yeah yeah
I do everythang, b*tches love me nnnyeah
My girl think I'm cute cause I'm funny & I'm random, basedgod (basedgod)
Suck, suck my di*k b*tch, nnyeah, nyeah
You know 50 grand show, 100 grand show
That ain't nothin', basedgod
I want everything, money, white flame, I'm down for whatever
You bring that sh*t to me, I'm bringin' that sh*t right back you b*tch
(certified hit)