Base’ Body lyrics
by GANG51E JUNE
[Intro]
(Jordan, you're so cute)
[Chorus]
pus*y boy, you ain't no killer
I can't really f*ck with n*ggas
Lyin' on them instrumentals
You ain't never slung no pistol
Mr. Whip-Up-In-A-Fisker
With a b*tch that be on Insta
.40 cal right by my zipper
Knock a n*gga out his slippers (Boop, boop)
n*ggas tryna jack my wave
b*tches tryna snatch my cake
12 is tryna crack that case
Flex and we gon' lash his place
I've been tryna act my age
But I'd rather act my pay
Sorry if I shared your weak sh*t
Somebody hacked my page (Let's go)
[Verse]
Two hundred if you want a feature
I don't want no f*ckin' feature
f*ck that new iPhone 11
Gangsta Nikes with a beeper
Base' body, gang demeanor
TFG, baby, you know the procedurе
51 where I stay, come see us
I got this top and I'm uppin' thе nina
Threw out the Charger and got me a Mali'
I'm pullin' up dolo, I'm solo, I'm rowdy (Let's go)
You ain't gettin' money, get far from around me
I'm straight from the 1, yeah the gutta, the valley
These n*ggas is b*tches, they talkin' about me
Say that you with it, lil' n*gga, come down me
The b*tch the oop and he dunkin' the alley
He uppin' the chop out the top of the Audi
n*gga, what the f*ck you thinkin'?
Full-court pressure, double teamin'
Think I came this far to lose?
n*ggas must be f*ckin' dreamin'
I'm recordin' in the basement
I ain't even f*ckin' made it
But they treat me like I'm famous
Got this sh*t straight off the pavement
Damn cuz, I thought you was my thug
How you try to f*ck my lady?
Crazy you did me a favor
Took my loss and kept it gangsta
Your dawg, he a secret agent
I don't do interrogations
Don't get paid to solve no cases
I don't got your information
[Chorus]
n*ggas tryna jack my wave
b*tches tryna snatch my cake
12 is tryna crack that case
Flex and we gon' lash his place
I've been tryna act my age
But I'd rather act my pay
Sorry if I shared your weak sh*t
Somebody hacked my page
pus*y boy, you ain't no killer
I can't really f*ck with n*ggas
Lyin' on them instrumentals
You ain't never slung no pistol
Mr. Whip-Up-In-A-Fisker
With a b*tch that be on Insta
.40 cal right by my zipper
Knock a n*gga out his slippers