BASIC lyrics

[Intro: Anycia]
(Surf Gang)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Huh, what? (Yeah)
I got Robb in this b*tch with me (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Anycia]
b*tches be basic
n*gga be mad 'cause he know I'm impatient
Give me the di*k when I want it, ain't waitin'
You can come over, but you cannot stay here
I want the money, the jewelry, the backend
You wanna f*ck on a b*tch from the back end
Steady gettin' money, thesе b*tches be lackin'
I'll send a f*ck n*gga packin'
FacеTime, show me the pack in
Brand new Jeep with a kit with a b*tch in the front
Robb in the back with a Glock and it's tucked
Said you a ho, gotta show me your butt
Said you a ho, gotta get on your knees
I'm in the cut like a knife in the knee
I'm in the coupe like a thief in the night
Left me a b*tch and I swerved to the right
[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
n*gga, I'm up top, let's keep it a stack
f*ck on the Oxys, we keepin' it black
Gah, b*tch, shut the f*ck up
I ain't even much tryna hear all that
I stay on her mind, her head in my lap
n*gga, I'll f*ck your ho and announce it
b*tch, I get the syrup from a fountain
Tell that n*gga to call my accountant, pus*y
Yeah, eight hundred K to deposit
These n*ggas, they hatin', despise me (b*tch)
Tell them n*ggas to come out the closet, n*gga
Yeah, she say you zesty, spicy, pus*y
You know that type of n*gga that do [?]
I don't know how, n*gga, I just do it, b*tch
I redid the chain and wrapped the Benz
I got hoes to block and blocks to Benz
Butt lifts to buy, her body did
More juice than who shot Rod and mans
You need me, we on Gresham
Gypsy [?] Egyptian
f*ckin' your b*tch the only f*ck I'm givin'
Ho go to hell, we keepin' it Christian, b*tch

[Verse 2: Anycia]
Huh, real fine sh*t, I think you'll crash out about it
I know you ain't 'bout it, 'bout it
pus*y poppin' in Ferraris
Speedin' fast in Trackiana
Gettin' top in the Bahamas
Louis V [?] where I sh*t
I know she ain't celibate
I know she gon' sell a bit
Get the money, make it flip
f*ckin' up, gon' make me trip
Top me up straight off the rip
Top me up and make me scream
[?] make these n*ggas fiends
Give me money, buy me things
Drip me down in new Celine
Really think you b*tches green
Really think you n*ggas lame
Talk a lot, don't know the game
If you smart, then give me brain
[Chorus: Anycia]
b*tches be basic
n*gga be mad 'cause he know I'm impatient
Give me the di*k when I want it, ain't waitin'
You can come over, but you cannot stay here
I want the money, the jewelry, the backend
You wanna f*ck on a b*tch from the back end
Steady gettin' money, these b*tches be lackin'
I'll send a f*ck n*gga packin'
FaceTime, show me the pack in
Brand new Jeep with a kit with a b*tch in the front
Robb in the back with a Glock and it's tucked
Said you a ho, gotta show me your butt
Said you a ho, gotta get on your knees
I'm in the cut like a knife in the knee
I'm in the coupe like a thief in the night
Left me a b*tch and I swerved to the right (b*tch)

[Outro: Anycia]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
b*tch