Bas - Work lyrics
Bas [Abbas Hamad]
[Bas - Work lyrics]
Far from Jay, but I'm feeling like a great
I ain't Nas, I'm a Bas
I ain't 50, but we rep the same city
Shout out to the niggas, they inspire
Hate a nigga, kiss the canon
I ain't talking no Mariah, blow
Squeeze the trigger 'till it fire
Nigga how that sound
Higher than a prison barbed wire
But I'll buy a round
Tell my niggas bottoms up
Tomorrow's another day
Hope the lawn lady luck
Keep the law from out my face
Gimmi space, I can bust at such a rapid pace
Spittin' pace at every which way
Until every bit's slain
Bas tryna get cake, till my whole clique paid
Whole clique spit flame
Gimmi ten minutes, I write a bomb verse
And niggas try to get me once
So I bomb first
This is my show, not your concert
Truth kills, motherfucker, bet this song hurt
Yea, it's on work, work (work, work)
I said, it's on work, work (work, work)
Girl, this your song work, work (work, work)
Oh yea, it's on work, work (work, work)
To the fifth that go to spoils
I'm a spoiled motherfucker
Infect a Nixon, Roley, them my toys
Stupid sucker
I'll be shitting on these niggas
Like a toilet bowl scrubber
And pissing off my bitches, I don't call
I don't love
I ain't slippin, I ain't trippin'
Boy I always wear a rubber but them lips
And them hips got your boy in some trouble
So a nigga was to slip
Guess a morning I have to drug her
No offence, you legit
Probably be a great mother
Bent the number 8 sideways at 18
Got these babies on a highway, acting scene
She a Fiend out the Fast and the Furious
X-Rated and shorty say she bi-curious
The ex made her
Gimmi ten minutes, I write a bomb verse
And niggas try to get me once
So I bomb first
This is my show, not your concert
Truth kills, motherfucker, bet this song hurt
Yea, it's on work, work (work, work)
I said, it's on work, work (work, work)
Girl, this your song work, work (work, work)
Oh yea, it's on work, work (work, work)
Studio, 26 hours go home, hit the shower
Rolling, Damn feeling so empowered
Where the money, where the cowards
Haters, doubters, these slayers
Please round them up
Cause they swear they got the juice
(well, we bout to dry 'em up)
Watch these grapes turn to raisin
Cause this flame I got is blazing
Boy it's hot under the sun
Why you walk around in blazers
Silly you, silly silly you
That shit isn't cool
In the coupe, got a pretty hoose
Smah it then I deuce
Yea, smash it then I deuce
Fiends, smash it then I deuce
Fiends, smash it then I pass it deuce, fiends
I am such a douche, ho
Sorry I am such a douche, fuck it ha ha
I ain't Nas, I'm a Bas
I ain't 50, but we rep the same city
Shout out to the niggas, they inspire
Hate a nigga, kiss the canon
I ain't talking no Mariah, blow
Squeeze the trigger 'till it fire
Nigga how that sound
Higher than a prison barbed wire
But I'll buy a round
Tell my niggas bottoms up
Tomorrow's another day
Hope the lawn lady luck
Keep the law from out my face
Gimmi space, I can bust at such a rapid pace
Spittin' pace at every which way
Until every bit's slain
Bas tryna get cake, till my whole clique paid
Whole clique spit flame
Gimmi ten minutes, I write a bomb verse
And niggas try to get me once
So I bomb first
This is my show, not your concert
Truth kills, motherfucker, bet this song hurt
Yea, it's on work, work (work, work)
I said, it's on work, work (work, work)
Girl, this your song work, work (work, work)
Oh yea, it's on work, work (work, work)
To the fifth that go to spoils
I'm a spoiled motherfucker
Infect a Nixon, Roley, them my toys
Stupid sucker
I'll be shitting on these niggas
Like a toilet bowl scrubber
And pissing off my bitches, I don't call
I don't love
I ain't slippin, I ain't trippin'
Boy I always wear a rubber but them lips
And them hips got your boy in some trouble
So a nigga was to slip
Guess a morning I have to drug her
No offence, you legit
Probably be a great mother
Bent the number 8 sideways at 18
Got these babies on a highway, acting scene
She a Fiend out the Fast and the Furious
X-Rated and shorty say she bi-curious
The ex made her
Gimmi ten minutes, I write a bomb verse
And niggas try to get me once
So I bomb first
This is my show, not your concert
Truth kills, motherfucker, bet this song hurt
Yea, it's on work, work (work, work)
I said, it's on work, work (work, work)
Girl, this your song work, work (work, work)
Oh yea, it's on work, work (work, work)
Studio, 26 hours go home, hit the shower
Rolling, Damn feeling so empowered
Where the money, where the cowards
Haters, doubters, these slayers
Please round them up
Cause they swear they got the juice
(well, we bout to dry 'em up)
Watch these grapes turn to raisin
Cause this flame I got is blazing
Boy it's hot under the sun
Why you walk around in blazers
Silly you, silly silly you
That shit isn't cool
In the coupe, got a pretty hoose
Smah it then I deuce
Yea, smash it then I deuce
Fiends, smash it then I deuce
Fiends, smash it then I pass it deuce, fiends
I am such a douche, ho
Sorry I am such a douche, fuck it ha ha