The bass song by The Posterz Lyrics
Husser: We turnin up the bass, they told us that we can't
We rollin up the dank, blow it in your face
Verse 1: Nate Husser
The way we mobbin', philosophical
Poppin' a pill, puffin, hands right on the wheel, fuck it
Red and blue lights, flashin' in the back
I got more weed and my freedom in the pack
Ugh
I know they heard me ridin' dirty as I light another thinkin' 'bout my white girl and my light girl, they don't like eachother
But they like that ninth wonder
I mean that ninetie's baby the nike stuff
For he drivin'em crazy, I'm sorry baby let me pull over, pull of my pull-over
When the whole team wholin' we like a bulldoser
Who want it? Who fuckin' with my niggas?
Nobody, he roll the dice, he play jumanji
Hook:
Turnin' up that bass, turnin' up that bass
With them windows down, rollin' up my strain, tell me what you think, uh?
Turnin' up that bass, turnin' up that bass
With them windows down, rollin' up, that strenght, what the fuck you think, uh?
Nigga rollin' up that dank, rollin up that dank, with the windows down, blow it in a sucker face, what you think?
We be rollin' up that dank, rollin' up that dank, with the windows down, blow it in a sucker face, what you think?
Turn the fuckin' bass up!
Verse 2:
We be turnin' up that bass, tearin' up the streets, wether it's them cherry-colored seats, or your mother's jeep, let it bang
Got to let them see, who them niggas be, if you ridin' solo dolo or you rollin' deep, nigga do your thing
And if there ain't no work underneath your seat, (?)
And everybody's ridin' with their seatbelt on
Don't be scared to bump in front the police let your speakers jump
Look em in their eye, you can even know, they don't really want it
I remember turnin' corners then, marijuana bags, drink another mag, fuck is that, mama's gon' be mad
Now I let my girl drive, cause if it's mine, then I'm stealin' it
We be ridin' round
(?)
I'm givin' a fuck
(?)
If I was high, then I would fly to an island
(?)
Tellin' me she from cuba, drive a cuba ice
(?)
Hook:
Turnin' up that bass, turnin' up that bass
With them windows down, rollin' up my strain, tell me what you think, uh?
Turnin' up that bass, turnin' up that bass
With them windows down, rollin' up, that strenght, what the fuck you think?
Nigga rollin' up that dank, rollin up that dank, with the windows down, blow it in a sucker face, what you think?
We be rollin' up that dank, rollin' up that dank, with the windows down, blow it in a sucker face, what you think?
Verse 3:
Funny thing, don't even tell me, but I'm high as reefer smoke
(?)
'cause them pills got a nigga shook
(?)
Outro:
Dude, yo like, now, because of the posterz bro, I turn my bass up real fuckin' high, and I show man
My fuckin' game, girls is got way out, like I'm gettin' bitches man, and guys, they respect me dude...
Yo, thanks posts, yo thank you Chris, thanks Nate, thanks Joey
You guys are awesome
Okay bye
We rollin up the dank, blow it in your face
Verse 1: Nate Husser
The way we mobbin', philosophical
Poppin' a pill, puffin, hands right on the wheel, fuck it
Red and blue lights, flashin' in the back
I got more weed and my freedom in the pack
Ugh
I know they heard me ridin' dirty as I light another thinkin' 'bout my white girl and my light girl, they don't like eachother
But they like that ninth wonder
I mean that ninetie's baby the nike stuff
For he drivin'em crazy, I'm sorry baby let me pull over, pull of my pull-over
When the whole team wholin' we like a bulldoser
Who want it? Who fuckin' with my niggas?
Nobody, he roll the dice, he play jumanji
Hook:
Turnin' up that bass, turnin' up that bass
With them windows down, rollin' up my strain, tell me what you think, uh?
Turnin' up that bass, turnin' up that bass
With them windows down, rollin' up, that strenght, what the fuck you think, uh?
Nigga rollin' up that dank, rollin up that dank, with the windows down, blow it in a sucker face, what you think?
We be rollin' up that dank, rollin' up that dank, with the windows down, blow it in a sucker face, what you think?
Turn the fuckin' bass up!
Verse 2:
We be turnin' up that bass, tearin' up the streets, wether it's them cherry-colored seats, or your mother's jeep, let it bang
Got to let them see, who them niggas be, if you ridin' solo dolo or you rollin' deep, nigga do your thing
And if there ain't no work underneath your seat, (?)
And everybody's ridin' with their seatbelt on
Don't be scared to bump in front the police let your speakers jump
Look em in their eye, you can even know, they don't really want it
I remember turnin' corners then, marijuana bags, drink another mag, fuck is that, mama's gon' be mad
Now I let my girl drive, cause if it's mine, then I'm stealin' it
We be ridin' round
(?)
I'm givin' a fuck
(?)
If I was high, then I would fly to an island
(?)
Tellin' me she from cuba, drive a cuba ice
(?)
Hook:
Turnin' up that bass, turnin' up that bass
With them windows down, rollin' up my strain, tell me what you think, uh?
Turnin' up that bass, turnin' up that bass
With them windows down, rollin' up, that strenght, what the fuck you think?
Nigga rollin' up that dank, rollin up that dank, with the windows down, blow it in a sucker face, what you think?
We be rollin' up that dank, rollin' up that dank, with the windows down, blow it in a sucker face, what you think?
Verse 3:
Funny thing, don't even tell me, but I'm high as reefer smoke
(?)
'cause them pills got a nigga shook
(?)
Outro:
Dude, yo like, now, because of the posterz bro, I turn my bass up real fuckin' high, and I show man
My fuckin' game, girls is got way out, like I'm gettin' bitches man, and guys, they respect me dude...
Yo, thanks posts, yo thank you Chris, thanks Nate, thanks Joey
You guys are awesome
Okay bye