[Chorus: Dorrough Music]
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend

[Verse 1: Dorrough Music]
It's that lowend, remix, better yet that G Mix
[?] run through them, like it ain't no defence
Set it off like [?], [?] like C-Lo
Lil mama like she [?], met her in a hotel at Rio
Why broke n***as always hating?
And hating n***as always broke
Primetime clique, we run this bitch
Always high, cause we always smoke
Don't give a damb bout your family
I laugh at a n***a, no joke
I blow cold like Alasca, me [?] no [?]
I'm feeling good, fucked around and bought my girl a car
You grippin wood, n***a that your girl car
[?]
Take your bitch, work your bitch, fuck around and put it on Worldstar
Y'all on your Ray Charls, a lot of y'all n***as can't see shit
The bitchеs that you call A1, ain't even on my C list
She may bе fine on Twitter, but she don't look good in person
My speakers they hit hard, like Blake Griffin did [?]
[Chorus: Dorrough Music]
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Ace Hood!
[?] got me [?] hights
I'm so high in flight, I should reside up in the sky
I got my stripes, no [?]
Ace knock in your speakers
Glock 9 and I keep her
Red bottom my sneakers
Ciroc no [?], 20 chains [?]
With my Spanish mamacita, you might wife her, she my skeezer
I strap up then I go in
Beating like the lowend
My neck on super frozen
Panaramma what I'm rolling
Hold up, speakers [?]
Roli on me cost a whole Benz
Copped the Phantom, now I believe in ghosts
Told my bitch to call me when she need me most
Money get [?] bitches in my [?]
Them n***as who ain't got it, envy the most
A hundred grand, I let my chain swang
250 ain't a damb thing
[Chorus: Dorrough Music]
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend

[Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle]
Right back with that remix
My presi flooded, seasick
My 6 [?] Benz got 2 [?]
You jealous, that's weak shit
Your ho chose, that's [?] shit
Come dive off that [?]
[?] naked pictures, hoes all in my recents
Not [?]
Pull up on all of that weak shit
Your bitch gon be speachless
If she hear how my beat hits

[Verse 4: Yo Gotti]
Beats hit hard
He see god
Yeah check cleared, no card
Stop the beat, I'm going acapella
My whips white, and my kush yello
[?] whip cream
Still grinding with the same team
Remix, me on [?]
[?]
Money bag, we eat homie
Pull up in that white vert
Trunk hit like a gun son
[?]
[Chorus: Dorrough Music]
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend
That base, that lowend