Rich Homie Quan, Offset - Basement lyrics

[Rich Homie Quan, Offset - Basement lyrics]

Remember when a nigga used to
Be trapped in that basement?
We didn’t even have shit to do
Gotta make sum’ happen, trapped in the studio
Talk about how we make it and shit
Ya hear me? Ya hear me? I
Dunno bout dream come true

Something fishy been goin’ on
With these niggas lately
Can’t put my finger on it
But I know they hatin’
All my life I been boney, I’m Slim
But not shady
All them cars you drive outdated
Money in the attic

I tried to let you niggas get yo shine on
But I just had to make a statement
That I would never leave the game
I’m the truth with this shit
Heart of a champion, free Offset!

Something fishy been goin’ on
With these niggas lately
Can’t put my finger on it
But I know they hatin’
All my life I been boney, I’m Slim
But not shady
All them cars you drive outdated
Money in the attic
Got em guns in the basement
Might duct tape you and leave
You in the basement
Hold you for ransom until you
Folk em over that payment
I got guns in the living room
Dare you play with it
I’m in the street like the pavement
End up dead in my basement

New money, I’m talkin’, new money
I’m walkin’
Just got a new fit lookin’ like I
Need to be laying in the coffin
Yo bitch, she swallow, that ain’t my problem
I’mma duct tape a hoe, make her ass be quiet
Might shoot this bitch cuz that
Hoe don’t stop hollering
Might pay me, boy, this shit don’t make sense
But I gotta make it
Money, I got everything I have
They think I’m crazy but I'm not, I ain't
With them childish games
I ain't trying to play them
I put that on my unborn baby
If you come off in my basement
Cuz you might get duct taped tight
I don't harass girls if you in this basement
You might get fucked bae
Enough say, enough said
I mean she love me, I love head i get money
And I can smell

Something fishy been goin’ on
With these niggas lately
Can’t put my finger on it
But I know they hatin’
All my life I been boney, I’m Slim
But not shady
All them cars you drive outdated
Money in the attic
Got em guns in the basement
Might duct tape you and leave
You in the basement
Hold you for ransom until you
Folk em over that payment
I got guns in the living room
Dare you play with it
I’m in the street like the pavement
End up dead in my basement

My partner crossed me i swear to God
He took me in a maze that nigga lost me
This shit be happening too often
These niggas ain't rapping, they just talking
And she making me sick, I'm nauseous
Black and gold diamonds, like New Orleans
Wanna be in your place
That smile in your face
No I don't know you, you see me in public
You say we related, you stuck in the hood
While I had to upgrade it
Mansion with acres
Straight from the bottom I had to
Come out of the basement
Young nigga made it, Quan, go crazy

Something fishy been goin’ on
With these niggas lately
Can’t put my finger on it
But I know they hatin’
All my life I been boney, I’m Slim
But not shady
All them cars you drive outdated
Money in the attic
Got em guns in the basement
Might duct tape you and leave
You in the basement
Hold you for ransom until you
Folk em over that payment
I got guns in the living room
Dare you play with it
I’m in the street like the pavement
End up dead in my basement

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