Bassline lyrics

[Intro: Jay Gwuapo and Skrilla]
Skrilla made this?
(Hahaha)
Keep this sh*t
Man y'all n*ggas know wassup
They said it, not me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Really in my Birk
Got a lotta n*ggas hurt
That I'm only goin' up, and I'm only gon make it worse [?]
Put me in my bag, I'mma spazz
I'm on any n*gga ass
Gwuapo ready here, lerking, and go berserk
n*ggas first if they play (Grrr bow)
In the hearse where you lay
If you talking on KJ, I gotta go off what you say
Mami know that I love her, I'm just happy I made her wait
n*ggas flexin' with money I had to spend up in a day
300k on the Gram, now I'm lit
Up in Calabasas rollin' up a spliff the size of a n*gga crib
And I know I'm really famous, killin' 'em up in the crib
I'm getting plenty b*tches, she hatin', but that's just what it is
I got plenty b*tches callin' up my line, n*gga scratch that
Soon as she got on the whip, she tryna snatch that
R.I.P to Pop, n*ggas catchin' me with a black mask
We ain't do the cappin', but we ain't aim at your [?]

[Chorus]
Rap, you ain't see the bassline
Call me on my phone if you really ain't tryna waste time
Put that thing by me girl, you know you drive me so crazy
I ain't tryna brag or nothing, but I know a lot of n*ggas hate me
I ain't get this bag from nothing
I been in the booth goin' crazy

[Verse 2]
Spazzing on these n*ggas, I don't think I killed 'em hard enough
I been goin' crazy ever since them n*ggas start me up
n*ggas been celebrating them wins that they hardly won
He think it's competition with me, but he already done
I made a couple hits and I'm tryna make another one
I had a baby, maybe I might just have another one
Plenty b*tches comin' in and I don't know where they comin' from
I ain't takin' your show money, you're talkin' a honey bun
[?] pull up in a Wraith truck
n*ggas mad, in my bag, so they hate us
Bro you know these n*ggas mad 'cause they ain't us
2021, I'm out of doing favors
If you ain't talkin' cash right now, see you later
Off-White jeans, don't confuse me for a racist
I am not the one these n*ggas keepin' up the pace with
And if I'm not your top 5, n*gga I'm your favorite
[Verse 3]
I ain't even pop sh*t, 'cause I ain't get to drop sh*t
Now I feeling like hot sh*t
Tell me where n*ggas stopping this
Tell bro blast off, take off like a rocket ship
Somebody droppin' quick
And got be honest, it's my lifestyle
Down bad, went crazy, and I'm like how
They ain't like my music back then, I guess they like now
b*tches tryna f*ck on the kid, I'm like, "Oh wow"
Had to take my shoes off, really, 'cause they get tight wow
KJ, bro, I'm only blowing up, and up
And I ain't never ever give a f*ck if them n*ggas gave it up
I'm here for this sh*t like, "Wassup"
Runtz told me you better bust
I can't let another n*gga set me up
I'm gon' make it to the top, n*gga trust
I can't think right now, I'mma pour this drink up
Shake it for me baby right now
Shake it for me baby, slow down, slow down, speed up

[Chorus]
Rap, you ain't see the bassline
Call me on my phone if you really ain't tryna waste time
Put that thing by me girl, you know you drive me so crazy
I ain't tryna brag or nothing, but I know a lot of n*ggas hate me
I ain't get this bag from nothing
I been in the booth goin' crazy