Basic lyrics

[Verse 1: Mean]
I put in work / I get paid
No competition / I’ve been great
I go hard for that pound cake
These basic b*tches just love to hate
No Gucci, No Prada but still I’m dressed in designer
I kop my sneaks from boutiques
You kop your sh*t from Foot Locker, b*tch
Still imma clap back on these wack cats
And I drop bombs when I hijack
This is war not in Iraq / Imma snap necks
Never cooked crack from the pyrex
But I cook crack with my rat pack
And we bout dat
Gettin’ cheddar / Stackin paper / f*ck a hater
Now kill ‘em with the whole crew
You ain’t never been about it, Nah
And I doubt it, cuh
So come and tell me what you gon’ do
Let’s face it, you basic
Stay broke ‘cos you’re never gonna make it
I made it / No airplay
Stay six feet underground / Dead heat
Think you “Been Trill” but we know that you fake it
All of this cake on me, homie, I baked it
Cut off a slice and I’m still gonna make it
Been on a diet, workout just to stay fit
No basics, it’s only luxury when it comes to me
Don’t envy me / I’m the MVP
I’m everything that you wanna be (sh*t)
Homie, I done did what you hoped to
Still sip juice, let it hang loose
Still spit truth when I’m in the booth
[Chorus]
‘Cos you a basic b*tch
You a – You a basic b*tch (No doubt)
‘Cos you a basic b*tch
You a – You a basic b*tch (Damn right)
‘Cos you a basic b*tch
You a – You a basic b*tch (I said it)
‘Cos you a basic b*tch
You a – You a basic b*tch (‘Cos I don’t f*cks with no)

Basic, Basic, Basic (b*tches) x 4

[Verse 2: Mean]
You basic and I’m complex
No magazine in my contacts
Stay independent / No contracts
Fresh to death ‘cos I’m all that
Push the crack / Now you on that
You basic b*tches better fall back
Stand down / It’s a man down
Hands down / b*tch, who got the best sound
You a clown hoe and you basic
Now get down low ‘cos the bass sick
Let’s pop the bottle get wasted
Drink till the last drop / don’t waste it
Party all night and I don’t wanna stop
We causing a ruckus / they calling the cops
All of these b*tches they come in the flock
Hand ‘em the bread / they go straight for the c*ck
Top of the food chain and on my wrist I got 2 chains
Don’t sniff but I spit that Cocaine
Propane / Bust flames when I’m insane
You lame and you know you got no game
I came, I soar and I conquered
You came, you lost and you butt hurt
I know, you know that I got work
You b*tches look the same
And it’s driving me insane
I just wanna stack the paper
‘Cos I wanna make it rain
Better grab an umbrella ‘cos I’m stackin’ my bread up
There is no propaganda
But this is V for Vendetta, snitch
[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Deeranae]
You basic b*tches, get out of my face
You’re suffocating my personal space
You think you bad? You big disgrace
Trippin’ hard / b*tch, tie your shoe laces
Can’t buy my class, I’m in the fast lane
Yeah, you’ve got money but I’ve got game
I’m stunting with the big boys / b*tch, you a lame
‘Cos I’m the baddest b*tch / I can’t be tamed
I’m red riding from the hood-hood
Basket full of good-good
My man’s in the mood-mood
Feed him with my junk food (Hah!)
You know how he love that
I’m on another level / Watchu know, brat?
I don’t f*ck with basics / you should know that
You unoriginal / you a copycat
You don’t belong, girl / Stay in your habitat
Cat got your tongue? / I’m a bad pus*ycat
What if you’ve got what it takes?
What if you’ve got expensive taste?
You think that you’re all that? b*tch behave
You can never hold it down like I do anyways
Once you’re basic, you can’t go back
b*tch you fake it and that’s a fact
You tryna compete me with the sh*t you bought?
Don’t talk to me about it ‘cos you know I’ve got
YSL on my lips, designer on my hips
Get down with the beats as I come with the hits (heat)
Hot like the Hamasaki’s in Milan
Watch the baddest strut in her Isabel Marant
See me walk my talk / you know I’ve got my own
Independent like Azalea working for my Louboutins
Now b*tch, be gone
Excuse me while I be sitting on my throne
[Chorus]