Slingin` Bass Lyrics

Slingin` Bass lyrics

Verse 1:  

 On the streets doin' crimes is no joke  

 But you ain't get no choice when you go broke  

 It's either poverty or this a gun in your fist  

 And to survive in the streets you gotta take risks  

 They say you lose some you win some  

 But I don't lose none cause I want income  

 And I ain't workin' for the nickel and dime  

 So I say fuck that turn to crime  

 Tryin' to figure a way to get rich fast  

 Snatch a pocket book and bust the bitch ass  

 But yo that still ain't enough for me  

 I need doe so I can live comfortably  

 So I pulls enough stick up hold another vic up  

 Till I got enough to make a pick up  

 It started out for self with an eighth a key  

 My momma says street life ain't safe for me  

 But I ain't tryin' to hear none of that  

 Cause pushin' a motherfuckin' broom for the man ain't where it's at  

 So I set up shop on the block  

 Gave a knucklehead a job on the corner sellin' rock  

 Flip the eight six times and got a whole key  

 Now every nigga in town wanna roll with me  

 But I runs a tight shipment and won't slip  

 A worker fuck up a dime he gets pistol whipped  

 I'm in the game for all it's worth  

 Havin' shoot outs and bouts for clout and blocks of turf  

 But I ain't got no "S" on my fuckin' chest  

 Huh so instead I wear a bullet proof vest  

 A nigga tests and I'm a check the fool I'm from the old school  

 I take respect with a tool  

 Do what I gotta to survive as long as I'm alive  

 Cause I ain't fuckin' with no nine to five  

 I'm slingin' bass  

  

 Hook:  

 "Bass" "More bass"  

  

 Nickles, dimes, ounces keys  

 20, 50 100 G's (x2)  

  

 Verse 2:  

 Yo shit is rollin' money comin' in thick  

 Bitches like magnetics clingin' on my fuckin' dick  

 But I'm after something greater  

 Give me the money the power and the pussy come later  

 Rollin' for self with wealth on the D.L.  

 And now live well cause D.R.U.G. sell  

 Hard as stone takin' over the projects  

 Cashin' in multi million dollar mob checks  

 The don of all dons  

 A straight up brut quick to shoot with loot like Nicki Bonds  

 Last punk that tried to stop me  

 Went straight to the morgue motherfuck the autopsy  

 You know what it was a slug in his mug  

 But the punk niggas people told the Feds  

 Now they knockin' at my door (get the fuck up c'mon)  

 I'm butt naked in the bed with a whore  

 Grab my drawers ran straight for the safe  

 I flushed the drugs and threw the doe in the pillow case  

 Grabbed my nine and broke for the window  

  

 Girl:  

 Naw I ain't jumpin'!  

  

 Grand Daddy I.U.:  

 Then turn yourself in hoe  

 Cause I ain't goin' out like a chump  

 I'm three storeies high but fuck it I gots to jump  

 So here I come head first through the glass  

 Hit the ground and bust my whole fuckin' ass  

 Landin' hurt but still I kept runnin'  

 I opened the car door quick and threw the gun in  

 Drippin' blood from my hands and my knees  

 Look under the seat for the fuckin' spare keys  

 Cranked her up and peeled off  

 Leavin' a fat trail of smoke as I broke the fuck north  

 That's when I heard a gun blast  

 Took a look back and seen the coppers dead smack on my black ass  

 Rollin' two cars deep no time to sleep  

 They had the bitch I was with in the backseat  

 And you know the hoe tellin'  

 Just got humped tryin' to front with her cunt smellin'  

 I get vex and start to let off  

 Three in a row tryin' to blow the old dirty snitch head off  

 I caught the driver instead  

 And opened his head went through the glass  

 Car crash now they all dead  

 Still one car behind me  

 I got the doe in the back and my hand on my nine G  

 So I starts to unload  

 I put a slug in the engine and watch the whole shit explode  

 Now that's the end of the chase  

 You know where I'm headed to the motherfuckin' block slangin' bass  

 Motherfucker  

  

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