[Verse 1: Hu$$y]
Ion really give a fuck
Basic Bitches really wanna suck
Trippin', tryna be a bug
Dominoes out my luck
"Basic Bitches", (Don't they realise that?)
Mirror it face it
Slow it down pace it
Now I'm fucking wasted
We ain't fucking with no bitches
Tell em, "Don't pick it up" (yet)
Drop it low, with that peaches
Tell em, "Don't fuck it up" (wet)
I ain't really playing games
Justin:
Uh bro, I think a bit problem uh..
[Verse 2: Qush Jr]
Purple Crunchie, tighter than a bar, man
We just chillin' and plucking strings on a damn guitar, man
I ain’t really fuckin' with no bitches, that’s a start, man
Skrt-in on these bitches I don’t, I don’t really give a fuck, yuh
Tired of playing games, I done really had enough of
Feeling so insane when you take a couple puffs, to
Get shit out yo brains and you spending all them bucks, for
Things to stay the same, yeah, it really kinda sucks, bruh
[Verse 3: MattGnaw]
Basic bitches tryna fuck with the crew (Yuh)
I ain’t care bout all of that
Imma run till I lose (What, what)
Basic bitches tryna fuck with the crew (Yuh)
I ain’t care bout all of that (Yuh)
Imma run till I lose, till I lose (Till I lose)
[Verse 4: Qush Jr & MattGnaw]
And they really tryna holla (Tryna holla)
Yeah, they see my bread
And they just really want my dolla (Really want my dolla)
Pumpin' business got me lookin' William Rockefeller (Aye)
You know I am the prince
But she is not my Cinderella (Yeah, yeah, bitch) (Yuh, yuh)
Countin' up, bitch, aye yuh (countin’ out, countin’ out)
Stackin' this brick, aye bitch (stack, stack, stack, stack, yuh)
Start it up rev it out yuh (start it, start it, vroom vroom)
Hit the drive on the road yah (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
[Verse 5: Wira Munir]
I ride round
I ride round
I ride round (Skrt, skrt!)
I don't fuck with no basic bitches around the town (Nah)
Everybody be faking shit, they faking it (They fake!)
Everybody be sucking it, they be suckin' dick (cogkollogl)
I, pull up and go
I, see her and go (Okay)
Don't condone with the blow
Bitches curving their bros
So I, see them and go (Dash, dash)
They, shoot and scoot (Pew, pew, pew)
I, loot that bitch
While she sucks my, (Dick!)
[Verse 6: Hilmi]
Hidemen spitting fire , we are pyrokinesis
Our bars can move you, like its telekinesis (Pow Pow)
We don't try to fit into the motherfucking mainstream (Fuck that)
We're nefelibatas unlike those bitches who basic (Basic
Bitches)
I think I diagnosed myself with cirrhosis (Imma die)
Intoxicate myself with too much Martell (No flex)
Damn too many fake friend can you hear those hisses? (Like a python)
They'd stab me in the back so I stick to my cartel
[Verae 7: Hu$$y & Qush Jr]
We ain't fucking with no bitches
Tell em, "Don't pick it up"
Drop it low, with that peaches
Tell em, "Don't fuck it up"
We ain't fucking with no bitches
Tell em, "Don't pick it up"
Drop it low, with that peaches
Tell em, "Don't fuck it up"
Bitches want the stack
I might want the rack (Want the rack, shit)
I ain't lacking back
All I'm droppin' is facts (Facts, facts, facts, facts, facts)
Let em be while they curve
Gotta say they have the nerve
Now I gotta fuckin' serve
Tell em bitches, "Feel my girth"!
[Outro: Hu$$y]
Basic bitches can't compensate
For what I make
Bitches wanna fuck with the clique
I told em stay away
We just tryna thrive
Bitches tryna end the drive
That ain't gon make me soft
Turn the ignition off
Bitches wanna fuck, bitches wanna fuck
