Bass Santana
Who Took Yo Bae?
[Hook]
Rubbers on deck, what's up?
Give me that neck, that neck, that neck then cut
My b*t*h looking for a reason to trip
Don't call, just text
Don't play that sh*t
Makin' me vexed chilling with the xannies on deck
Cut a b*t*h off, she pressed
Do not flex, n***a you weak

[Verse 1]
Yeah, success will leave a hater sick
Just wait 'til I get paid a bit
To whom decide they sliding with me
I'm the Ba** and don't forget
I was trying to hustle up
I fell victim to that pu**y, happens to the best of us
Time to move and get this money
Ain't trying to force the situation
You can set it off, I see you baby
Girls can never get enough, always trying to act innocent before she get f**ked

[Hook]
Rubbers on deck, wa**up
Give me that neck, that neck, that neck and cut
My b*t*h looking for a reason to trip
Don't call, just text
Don't play that sh*t
Making me vexed, chilling with the xannies on deck
Cut a b*t*h off, she pressed
Do not flex, n***a you weak
Looking like a lick, you sleep

[Verse 2]
I do not know how you was brought up
My mama taught me not to talk too much
I do not care, the less that they know
Put a rare b*t*h in yesterday's clothes
Who took your bae?
Who took your bae?
Who took your bae, n***a?
I got the ba**
I got the ba**
I got the ba**

[Verse 2]
Tripping off the music, riding with the speakers tryna make a movie
Ain't nobody listen to it, ain't nobody feel me, that sh*t put me through it
I was just young and kinda stupid
Scotty taught me how to do it
You make sure a n***a coolin'
Baby you not the only chick I fool with
I told my moms to pray for me, she always tryna take control
I understand that love produce hate
She know that I don't got a soul
I bring it back to basics, do not leave your bae for Ba** to play with
She not in your face, then I'ma stain it
That coochie right lady, I obtain it
Hit the booty, you a little thicker
We go dumb like [?] little sister
Take your bae to see how ratchet she can get
I can't help it, I'm a dapper n***a
DJ Xantana, that's my [?]
Count your blessings, baby, funk my presence
Gotta get a couple hundred thousand for the youngin'
Gotta get at least a couple million for my son
Take this d**k, don't run like a track meet
Nightmares for your bad a** in the backseat
Light years for the right now in the hotbox
One of these days I'm gonna cop me a droptop
[Outro]
I do not care, the less that they know
Put a rare b*t*h in yesterday's clothes
Who took your bae?
Who took your bae?
That sh*t cray
Who took your bae?
I got the ba**
I got the ba**
I got the ba**
Who took your bae?
Who took your bae?
Who took your bae?
That sh*t crazy
Who took your bae?
I got the ba**
I got the ba**
I got the ba**
I got the ba**