[Intro]
Uh, um
You could say want you want to say
Uh, you could say what you wanted to say
Basskids on the Beat
Yea, yea
You could say what you wanted to say
Uh, yuh
Yuh
I'm just gonna do this shit forever
This what-this what I call spittin
Lets do it like this

[Chorus]
Huh, uh, I keep ya speakers
My dick in yo throat throat you won't needs
That bitch wanna spit she on beat
That pussy boy ran out his cleats
They sending they pics, [?]
[?], and we don't check the sheets
I told her don't worry don't leave him
You lookin' at bae yeah that's me
I'm crushin' my wrist real quick, uh
I'm crushin' my neck real quick, yea
I'm crushin' my teeth real quick, eh
I kiss and I leave my bitch, uh yea
I tell her lets multiply
Not by two by five
Baby, you know I can can sell anything, pick the product and I let you decide
I rock with some Margielas, not no Gucci flips
And the shit I rock got me feel a Bouji bitch
Please don't start thing crazy cuz we'll let the uzi spit
Ain't no actin', and no movie scripts, just movie clips, yuh
[Verse]
Beat spillin', beat spazzing
High fashion, high passion, yeah
Make you feel so nice, I want you feel like you want a pageant
She said quit lookin' at me like that, i'm casper
Told him quit lookin' at me like that i'm blastin'
Lil drama, been past it
Big drama, greet to blast it, yuh
No rappin' just mention for these n***as, they listen for years
Stay geeked, been high
Gotta have a n***a never been that
Told you big racks, been had it, had to hide the shit up in the addict
Baby tho we got that shit up off the ground
Now we gotta pop the champagne
Gotta shake a real n***a hand, don't care if you don't know his damn name
I done seen a lot of fuck n***as do some fuck shit for some damn fame
I know a lot young n***as kill bitch ass for a band-aid

[Chorus]
Huh, uh, I keep ya speakers
My dick in yo throat throat you won't needs
That bitch wanna spit she on beat
That pussy boy ran out his cleats
They sending they pics, [?]
[?], and we don't check the sheets
I told her don't worry don't leave him
You lookin' at bae yeah that's me
I'm crushin' my wrist real quick, uh
I'm crushin' my neck real quick, yea
I'm crushin' my teeth real quick, eh
I kiss and I leave my bitch, uh yea
I tell her lets multiply
Not by two by five
Baby, you know I can can sell anything, pick the product and I let you decide
I rock with some Margielas, not no Gucci flips
And the shit I rock got me feel a Bouji bitch
Please don't start thing crazy cuz we'll let the uzi spit
Ain't no actin', and no movie scripts, just movie clips, yuh