Los Angeles BasedGod lyrics

[Verse 1]
b*tch f*ck me, I’m rich now
Came in the club, with the pistol
f*ckin where them b*tches know to get down
Hey brah, you heard she strip now?
Gangster in the room tote the big strap
I’m beefing in the club with the long gats
n*gga I ain’t eat like I’m supposed to
Bruh hand that over, that’s pop culture
Brand new car, with the chauffeur
This thug rap, this real rap, 4X tee with the long gats
b*tches on my di*k, b*tch cause I run rap
Askin if I’m really down, man, the funk about erything
I’ma tell you that’s my name it’s Lil B
Put your middle fingers up if you feeling me

(Pre-Chorus)
Put your middle fingers up in the air
Task Force we don't care
The people on the rear
We gonn have a party up in here

(Chorus)
Go dumb b*tch, go stupid, go dumb b*tch, go stupid
Go dumb b*tch, go stupid, go dumb b*tch, go stupid
Go dumb b*tch, go stupid, go dumb b*tch, go stupid
Go dumb b*tch, go stupid, go dumb b*tch, go stupid
Go dumb b*tch, go stupid, go dumb b*tch, go stupid
[Verse 2]
I’m a real thug like 40, at the Slauson Mall buying errything
I’m a real n*gga so respect me
Based God got b*tches on jet ski
Beverly Hills, what’s good
I got new b*tches in Culver City
b*tch I think I’m P Diddy
f*cking b*tches for 250
Pink flame, yeah we gon' turn up
Yeah, Pink flame, roll it up
Hey man whodie, shouts out to the whole LA
It’s your boy Lil B, b*tch, Pink flame