Boldy James, The Cool Kids, Helios Hussain - OilBass lyrics
[Boldy James, The Cool Kids, Helios Hussain - OilBass lyrics]
(Bass)
Basslinin' to them pops
Eighty five for the top
Speeding out to the trades
Twenty five for the flake
Thirty five for a block
Eighteen for the half
Ninety five for the quarter
Fifty five for an eighth
Twenty eight for the split
Twelve hundred for a zip
Weigh the work while it's wet
And let it dry from the plate
Cuz bought a quarter from me
Can't sure he'll be loyal to me
Scraping up that lawyer money
He just caught another case
Tie it down to twelve straights
Pack it up in all tens
Makin' forty off the bricky
But he triple out of state
Different rentals, switchin' plates
With the kibbles and them bits
All my niggas shootin' trips
Playing with them 10 0-8
Missed call from the plug
But he callin' from the clink
Water runnin' in the sink
Blake Griffin off the break
Alley-oop up at the rim
Work jumpin' off the gym
Dope runnin' off the stem
But they love that oil-base
I was stayin' in Kahlua
You were stayin' in the sewer
Hundred grand on computer
Thousand dollar graphic card
When you still crackin' cars
Lemme put 'em in their place
Like I'm working real estate
Put these niggas in a cape
Always tryna save a dot
You forgot about the gwap
3D printed me an ounce
Got it from a Google doc
Reinvested in the rap
VPS and red and black
Sales poppin' where I'm at
Ain't no mercy for a rat
I bet she poppin' now
APC, drop 'em down
Bitch was flexin'
Said she rich from pension
Yeah, she drop 'em down
Pick em' up and hop into the whip
When niggas not around
Type that fuck a nigga in your crib
When you outta town (ooh)
Ooh need a body brought
Haul that shawty out the car
Type to tell twelve that I'm
Gone when I gotta hide
Chop it up and put it on a
Plate like it's a la carte
But she knew it was that oil-base
'Cause it wouldn't dry
(Bass)
Eh yo
I'm at the dry-cleaners
Fat strings in my Adidas
Boomboxin', hip-hoppin' out the motherfuckin' Beamer
Moochie pulled up in a Saab
Dawg, I had to rethink it
I gotta get another job and count
It up in the machine
Crackin' numbers
Patent leather on my jumper
Follow through with the wrist
When you whip it, square your shoulders
I don't know it, just to show it
Cost a brick to break it open
And I told your goofy ass when you met her
She was gone
Bend it back, six five, let it crack
Eh, don't you touch shit
I gotta count it where it's at
The stone cold stunner come and
Drop you on your neck
Ted DiBiase, that's the million dollar plan
Damn, eh, you dropped a hunnid K
Just to get that shit snatched
When you got to L.A
Them niggas made you buy it back
Why you lying in your raps?
If you ain't bought the bag
Then you pinching out the sack, nigga
You should come and vibe with me
(Bass)
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