Potluck, Liquid Assassin - Turn The Bass Up lyrics

Turn the fucking bass up
I got the bass vibrating
Turn the fucking bass up

Potluck is in the building, rocking the party
Hotboxing like we Bob Marley
Smoking on some bomb with a blonde Barbie
Shots of Crown, you want to battle me
I’ll finish you the club is packed out
The crowd’s bouncing like some titties do
Hands high like we wearing a ski mask
The music’s blaring loud
Amps turned up to the max
Girls dance around
Getting naked shaking they ass
Fuck being classy
We go hard all night and party till we crash

I’m a professional, the microphone is my tool
I can play it cool or I can really act a fool
Depending just how drunk I get or what
Type of some drugs I’m on
I’m rocking parties all night long
Rolling till the break of dawn
We got some haters lurking just
Because they ladies twerking
I’m up here working
Representing Potluck till it’s curtains
This is what we do, this shit ain’t nothing
We always get the place jumping
Every time the bass bumping

Pablo got that ooh, Pablo got that ooh
What was burning through the roof I marijuana
We shop pop bands, we shop pop bands
Pull up their speakers knocking, it’s Potluck

We push it to the limit
Then we going past that hop up on the stage
Go crazy with the fast rap
Girls flash tit's and flashing
Pics like snapchat pass me the weed
I take a hit and pass that shit back

Potluck up in this bitch
We living stoner rich i want to tip
I’m still kicking that rugged shit
I got some rhymes to spit
I got some heads to split
And we gone rock it till you
Say we’s the best at this

We all family celebrating
Man we keep it tight
Gangsters, emos, bros, and Juggalos
Let’s all unite starting up the moshpit
When I spit I get em hyped
Turn the fucking bass up, let it bump
It’s on tonight

We bouncing off the walls
We blow the fucking roof off
So turn the fucking bass up
Turn the fucking bass up
We gonna party hard like we
Won’t wake up tomorrow
We got these women shaking asses
Like it’s raining dollars

Pablo got that ooh, Pablo got that ooh
What was burning through the roof I marijuana
We shop pop bands, we shop pop bands
Pull up their speakers knocking, it’s Potluck

Two shots and I’m double fisting
Potluck and Liquid, ain’t no fucking with it
Hoes strip tease, hit knees
Pull my dick out, tongue kiss it
Bass kicking like karate nigga
Walls shaking like Ali nigga
Hard wasted in all places
No turning down if we party with you
Liquid bottles up
Fucking with the constant bump
After the show you already know it’s
Going down on Compton bus
I’m counting crowns, swallowing whiskey
My zipper down, oh, Monica Lewinsky
We straight zoning, can’t hate on him
We wyling boy
Sneakers blaring but we ain’t caring
We in this bitch making a lot of noise
Hate us, turn the bass up on them fake fucks
Oh yeah even OG Larry niggas know that

Pablo got that ooh, Pablo got that ooh
What was burning through the roof I marijuana
We shop pop bands, we shop pop bands
Pull up their speakers knocking, it’s Potluck