Beat With A Bass Lyrics

Aye, aye, yuh

I got a beat with a bass

Melting your face like a Lost Arc

Need to pick up the pace to reach a place

Where I leave a mark

I started hustling when I was young

Because I was born with a spark

Lil Tall about to Takeoff, ooo like I'm Quavo

I'm not Offset by a narc (nah)

I attack on a track a la Shaq

Turn around bitch I do a 180

Got a hack talking flack, talking smack

Cause he thinking my shit isn't wavy?

No I don't care, I'm living my life

And smoking a blunt til' it's hazy

Making a Hungry Man dinner for two for myself

And smothering that shit in gravy

Got Lizzo on a flute and it slap

I'm killing this beat no cap

Dedicated my life towards trap (mhm)

Now a high boy riding my lap (mhm)

Finding my way no map (mhm)

Thinkin bout getting that strap (mhm)

Find me speeding on the 405 because I got to clap back

I see the prize and I'm gonna go get it

Got allies and we gonna go get it

Drink too much my blood acidic

But I see another shot and I'm gonna go get it

You move slow like you arthritic

Acting all mad like a cynic

I'm thinking you should calm the fuck down

And smoke some loud from that clinic

Let's go

Sederwall rockin the flow and

I'm making my money and making my dough

I'm standing firm and I'm knocking the door

Gonna do things never done befoe

Shoutout to my hoes

And to my woes

Hitting their woahs

Stay on your toes

Writing my story

Into a prose

While exhaling clouds out of my nose

Life's a roller coaster imma run it like a tycoon

Ooo, we goon, higher than a balloon

Grinding all night, eyes blacker than racoons

I'm a wolf, in the street, howlin at the full moon

Sederwall gonna go go get it bitch

Bounce back like a yo yo get it bitch

I swerve from the popo if they lurkin

Like coco soy esa puta bitch

Yeet, I'm gonna tear up the beat

Burn it and turn it to peat

Runnin my way through the street

Ey, ey

I'm gonna

Move, move, move, dip

Groove, groove, groove, whip

Move, move, move, yeah

I gotta beat with a bass

I gotta be on my

High life, squad shit

Bass head, dub hit

I'm looking down from the cockpit

If there's a grid then I'm on it

The crew is the yin to the yang

Too much talent it's insane

I was in a rut now I'm off it

Now money involved and we profit

No I do not go with the flow

Because I'm setting the current

I roll it up, light it up, puff on that loud

Hitting us hard like a turret

Analyze tactical angles and

Keeping it right like a was a Egyptian

Turned fantasy into non-fiction

Now revving it up like an engine

Numbers high on the deposit

Dancing my music will cause it

Following through when I toss it

Wizarding I'm on my Oz shit

Hard work for years is where it begins

Hustling every night with the friends

Went to the store, bought us an abacus

Using it now to count all our wins

Move, move, move, dip

Groove, groove, groove, whip

Move, move, move, yeah

I gotta beat with a bass

I gotta beat with a, beat with a bass