That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
It's that lowend, remix
Better yet that G Mix run through them
Like it ain't no defence
Set it off like like C-Lo
Lil mama like she met her in a hotel at Rio
Why broke niggas always hating?
And hating niggas always broke
Primetime clique
We run this b**h
Always high
Cause we always smoke
Don't give a damb bout your family
I laugh at a n**a, no joke
I blow cold like Alasca, me no
I'm feeling good
F**d around and bought my girl a car
You grippin wood
N**a that your girl car
Take your b**h, work your b**h
F**k around and put it on Worldstar
Y'all on your Ray Charls a lot of y'all niggas can't see shit
The bitchеs that you call A1 ain't even on my C list
She may bе fine on Twitter but she don't look good in person
My speakers they hit hard
like Blake Griffin did
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
Ace Hood got me hights
I'm so high in flight
I should reside up in the sky
I got my stripes, no
Ace knock in your speakers
Glock 9 and I keep her
Red bottom my sneakers
Ciroc no 20 chains
With my Spanish mamacita you might wife her she my skeezer
I strap up then I go in
Beating like the lowend
My neck on super frozen
Panaramma what I'm rolling
Hold up, speakers
Roli on me cost a whole Benz
Copped the Phantom now I believe in ghosts
Told my b**h to call me when she need me most
Money get bitches in my
Them niggas who ain't got it envy the most
A hundred grand
I let my chain swang
250 ain't a damb thing
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That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
Right back with that remix
My presi flooded, seasick
My 6 Benz got 2
You jealous, that's weak shit
Your ho chose, that's shit
Come dive off that naked pictures
h**s all in my recents
Not
Pull up on all of that weak shit
Your b**h gon be speachless
If she hear how my beat hits
Beats hit hard
He see god
Yeah check cleared, no card
Stop the beat, I'm going acapella
My whips white, and my kush yello whip cream
Still grinding with the same team
Remix, me on
Money bag, we eat homie
Pull up in that white vert
Trunk hit like a gun son
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
