Mop me up with the bass, bumpin' up, bumpin' up, bumpin' up.
Yatch, yatch.
mop me up with the bass
Fly away, my dear, my dear, our song.
Who doth give ye to the soul of the holy?
Thank you.
It's off as a peach, claiming the G of all Gs.
Please.
I come blowing through like the breeze.
Sitting on threes.
Post it.
Coastal mansion down Pacific coast and the bomb chrome rims black on black Yukon with nuts hanging.
From the city where the bangers be banging.
It don't seem like shit is changing.
I hollered at the homie the other day.
G'd up at the park sippin' Alizé One of the homies took a beatin' So now we'll spend it be a gang of checkin' at the meetin' Life cycles repeatin' It's just another sunset fallin' city
I can hear the homies that pass callin' me, and you know what I discovered?
What they keep saying, keep your mind on your money, motherfuckers and shakerbusters.
Where can I find you, my love?
We've all now come to you.
Have you ever sold millions?
But yet you niggas persist to talk shit.
Get off my dick.
You never catch me slipping, rolling with the hits, slap the clipping.
I never thought the world would start tripping.
My life's a trip, though.
Hit the crypto, blow the whistle.
They think I bang, so I pack a pistol.
More to the G is a G.
I don't fuck with you, nigga, so don't fuck with me.
Let's ride to the east side.
Slide like a boat.
I pack some 4-4 when I'm stepping outdoors.
To the bang, to the boogie.
If I speak, then I spoke.
More G, you do it every time till you're low.
Get the party lit like blazing smoke.
The east side of the beach, west side of the coast.
You know the niggas that I ride with Halls.
attack dogs the same i'm down
Kulbake pechevyashka makhakili,
Yatch, yatch.
Yes, yes.
Mob me up with the bass, smoke a nuff, smoke a nuff.
Yatch.
Yatch.
Mop me up with the bass, smoke a nun, smoke a nun.
Yatch.
Yatch.
