Based n*ggas lyrics

[Intro]
Red Flame
Yeah, n*gga, I got some real hate in my heart
Lil B rep that 7 block, my n*gga
b*tch Mob in this muhf*cka, tiny pants, everything
n*gga, I'm strapped up with a thirty di*k with the tiny pants, n*gga
100, b*tch

[Verse 1]
b*tch, I got swag (b*tch)
I beg your pardon (WHAT)
Based God, tiny shirts and the Aston Martin (MARTINS)
Thirty clip on me (WHAT)
Shotgun on me (SWAG)
I'm high and I'm lonely (AND I'M LONELY)
n*gga play, then I'm testin' him (TESTIN' HIM)
Fifty b*tches on my di*k, ho; come again (COME AGAIN)
I can't hear you in the new Phantom (PHANTOM)
Hood n*ggas, b*tch, I don't believe in Santa (SANTA)
Cause I'm comin' in your house myself (MYSELF)
Merry Christmas, Lil B got a thirty round (THIRTY ROUND)
Happy New Year, Lil B be bulletproof (BULLETPROOF)
Gung Hay Fat Choy, b*tch, I will shoot
n*ggas
Punch me on YouTube (YOUTUBE)
Now I'm huntin' for a n*gga like Blue's Clues (BLUE'S CLUES)
Now I'm huntin' for a n*gga like a racist (LIKE A RACIST)
Peekaboo, b*tch, your car's spade of aces
[Hook]
UHHH
They call me deala (DEALA!)
They say we killas (KILLAS!)
Who we be? (WHAT?)
Based n*ggas
Hah, bruh, they say we dealas (DEALAS!)
They call me killa (KILLAS!)
Who we be?
Based n*ggas
[X2]

[Verse 2]
First time I robbed a b*tch I was fifteen (FIFTEEN)
I'm a goon so these girls be scared of me (SWAG)
Got the gun in my tiny pants, I'm a faggot (I'M A FAGGOT)
Buy my girlfriend a b*tch, wouldn't let me have it (HAVE IT)
Probation ain't sh*t to me (sh*t TO ME)
What the f*ck I did last year is history (HISTORY)
Westside, I'm an old b*tch (OLD b*tch)
b*tch Mob, tiny pants with the thirty clips (THIRTY CLIPS)
This ain't a love song, no Ryan Leslie (RYAN LESLIE)
I got AKs (UH-HUH)
b*tch, I'm Phil Collins (PHIL COLLINS)
Got shotguns (SHOTGUNS)
b*tch, I'm George Clooney (UH-HUH)
Only n*gga in the hood with a pink Uzi (UZI)
Lied to the b*tch
I won't buy the pus*y (pus*y)
And I'm rich and I still won't buy her Gucci (GUCCI)
I rob a b*tch (UH-HUH)
Trickin' cash (UH-HUH)
b*tch Mob, pretty b*tch, you can kiss my ass
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'll leave you in the chair like Ethan Hawke
So many b*tches on my di*k, I can't even talk
And I'm still reppin' Waterfront
And I still got these gold fronts

n*gga...
Red Flame, the game is over
Basegod shut the rap game down, n*gga
If it ain't real, it ain't certified, n*gga
I'm straight from the streets, b*tch
Hunnid thousand, n*gga
I BEEN from the mothaf*ckin hood, n*gga
STILL in the hood
Say sh*t about that, n*gga
n*gga can't take sh*t from my past and sh*t from my present, my n*gga
I'm still here, b*tch
You feel me, still reppin, still on TV, n*gga
Feel me?
Still countin that paper, n*gga
Red Flame realest, I got some hate in my heart