Base Body by Gang51e June Lyrics
[Intro]
(Jordan, you're so cute)
[Chorus]
Pussy boy, you ain't no killer
I can't really fuck with niggas
Lyin' on them instrumentals
You ain't never slung no pistol
Mr. Whip-Up-In-A-Fisker
With a bitch that be on Insta
.40 cal right by my zipper
Knock a nigga out his slippers (Boop, boop)
Niggas tryna jack my wave
Bitches tryna snatch my cake
12 is tryna crack that case
Flex and we gon' lash his place
I've been tryna act my age
But I'd rather act my pay
Sorry if I shared your weak shit
Somebody hacked my page (Let's go)
[Verse]
Two hundred if you want a feature
I don't want no fuckin' feature
Fuck that new iPhone 11
Gangsta Nikes with a beeper
Base' body, gang demeanor
TFG, baby, you know the procedurе
51 where I stay, come see us
I got this top and I'm uppin' thе nina
Threw out the Charger and got me a Mali'
I'm pullin' up dolo, I'm solo, I'm rowdy (Let's go)
You ain't gettin' money, get far from around me
I'm straight from the 1, yeah the gutta, the valley
These niggas is bitches, they talkin' about me
Say that you with it, lil' nigga, come down me
The bitch the oop and he dunkin' the alley
He uppin' the chop out the top of the Audi
Nigga, what the fuck you thinkin'?
Full-court pressure, double teamin'
Think I came this far to lose?
Niggas must be fuckin' dreamin'
I'm recordin' in the basement
I ain't even fuckin' made it
But they treat me like I'm famous
Got this shit straight off the pavement
Damn cuz, I thought you was my thug
How you try to fuck my lady?
Crazy you did me a favor
Took my loss and kept it gangsta
Your dawg, he a secret agent
I don't do interrogations
Don't get paid to solve no cases
I don't got your information
[Chorus]
Niggas tryna jack my wave
Bitches tryna snatch my cake
12 is tryna crack that case
Flex and we gon' lash his place
I've been tryna act my age
But I'd rather act my pay
Sorry if I shared your weak shit
Somebody hacked my page
Pussy boy, you ain't no killer
I can't really fuck with niggas
Lyin' on them instrumentals
You ain't never slung no pistol
Mr. Whip-Up-In-A-Fisker
With a bitch that be on Insta
.40 cal right by my zipper
Knock a nigga out his slippers
(Jordan, you're so cute)
[Chorus]
Pussy boy, you ain't no killer
I can't really fuck with niggas
Lyin' on them instrumentals
You ain't never slung no pistol
Mr. Whip-Up-In-A-Fisker
With a bitch that be on Insta
.40 cal right by my zipper
Knock a nigga out his slippers (Boop, boop)
Niggas tryna jack my wave
Bitches tryna snatch my cake
12 is tryna crack that case
Flex and we gon' lash his place
I've been tryna act my age
But I'd rather act my pay
Sorry if I shared your weak shit
Somebody hacked my page (Let's go)
[Verse]
Two hundred if you want a feature
I don't want no fuckin' feature
Fuck that new iPhone 11
Gangsta Nikes with a beeper
Base' body, gang demeanor
TFG, baby, you know the procedurе
51 where I stay, come see us
I got this top and I'm uppin' thе nina
Threw out the Charger and got me a Mali'
I'm pullin' up dolo, I'm solo, I'm rowdy (Let's go)
You ain't gettin' money, get far from around me
I'm straight from the 1, yeah the gutta, the valley
These niggas is bitches, they talkin' about me
Say that you with it, lil' nigga, come down me
The bitch the oop and he dunkin' the alley
He uppin' the chop out the top of the Audi
Nigga, what the fuck you thinkin'?
Full-court pressure, double teamin'
Think I came this far to lose?
Niggas must be fuckin' dreamin'
I'm recordin' in the basement
I ain't even fuckin' made it
But they treat me like I'm famous
Got this shit straight off the pavement
Damn cuz, I thought you was my thug
How you try to fuck my lady?
Crazy you did me a favor
Took my loss and kept it gangsta
Your dawg, he a secret agent
I don't do interrogations
Don't get paid to solve no cases
I don't got your information
[Chorus]
Niggas tryna jack my wave
Bitches tryna snatch my cake
12 is tryna crack that case
Flex and we gon' lash his place
I've been tryna act my age
But I'd rather act my pay
Sorry if I shared your weak shit
Somebody hacked my page
Pussy boy, you ain't no killer
I can't really fuck with niggas
Lyin' on them instrumentals
You ain't never slung no pistol
Mr. Whip-Up-In-A-Fisker
With a bitch that be on Insta
.40 cal right by my zipper
Knock a nigga out his slippers