Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bass, artist - Merkules. Date of issue: 30.10.2019
Song language: English
Bass |
| Made it out the hood, now these motherfuckers act like I didn’t work for it |
| I’ve been doing good you used to stab me in the back in the past like it never |
| could far |
| Went from that beat honda civic to a tour bus |
| Whole squad in it, it could only hold four of us |
| I’ve been countin' hundies in my undies adding more bucks |
| Hotel room full of smoke, keep the door shut (Wooh) |
| Please do not get me confused, millions and millions of views (Yeah, Yeah) |
| Just gotta crib with a pool but I still live in the booth (Yeah, Yeah) |
| Gotta backpack full of ammo (Wooh) |
| Hoodie matte black and my pants all Camo (Wooh) |
| I just took a shot of Jack Daniels, doing more numbers than the neighborhood |
| trap phone (Wooh) |
| Y’all keep talking anonymous, honestly I can see y’all want no part of this (No) |
| Doggie I put my whole heart in this |
| Said he want smoke 'til I roam in like Spartacus |
| Ohh I’m feeling like a million in cash, I’ma spend it right now and I’ll still |
| get it back (ayy) |
| I just went and gotta new whip |
| That I’ll probably never drive just to fill my garage |
| Cold steel with the bars, I can feel that they soft, come and deal with the |
| boss (damn) |
| You think you hot but you not |
| 'Cause you shits all ass like Nicki Minaj (Ouch!) |
| I don’t mean to flex right now |
| But I know I’m in my all time best right now |
| Pumping on my chest right now |
| When your war get close, see the next one down |
| Let’s go |
| They throwing dirt at my name |
| I might just burst into flames (burst into flames) |
| They tryna surf on my wave |
| I ain’t gon' turn down the bass (turn down the bass) |
| They throwing dirt at my name |
| I might just burst into flames (burst into flames) |
| They tryna surf on my wave |
| I ain’t gon' turn down the bass (turn down the bass) |
| How can a hater say I’m irrelevant |
| Speakin' before you take it out is never intelligent |
| Like I’m dead into Hell I went |
| But I’m flying over you like a Pelican |
| Flies never get the swatting from elephants |
| Eloquent that’s why there’s big amount of malice bin |
| But they’re jealous and all kinda embellishment |
| Trapped in elegance, meaning your fellas mints |
| Now you’re shallots and not even an element |
| Tech in the mean zone, your team gone |
| Run away from a killer to somebody to lean on |
| I get the green holmes, they want our ring chrome |
| Every one will bite the dust (Queen song) |
| Fuckin' Ding Dong, you a Hostess |
| I’m the owner that gonna just bring on dope shit |
| That make 'em cling on like a co' bitch |
| Fiend zone the locust streamed on |
| N9na he never go lightly got the shotta for true (yeah, yeah) |
| She know my cheddar throw hyphy lots ciabatta to spew (yeah, yeah) |
| King of the letters bro I be hot, your squad is the loo (yeah, yeah) |
| Niggas forever no like me, atsa matta for you |
| Want it then you gotta be competitive |
| Don’t be coming like you want a sedative |
| Get the people some better shit |
| Have some motherfucker rap in etiquette |
| If you goin' you gon' like you never to be on top of my head even |
| After I leave, yes I’m back on the road to stackin' my g’s |
| Tech and Merkules the rappers ya need |
| To super charge you with no batteraziz, bitch what? |
| They throwing dirt at my name |
| I might just burst into flames (burst into flames) |
| They tryna surf on my wave |
| I ain’t gon' turn down the bass (turn down the bass) |
| They throwing dirt at my name |
| I might just burst into flames (burst into flames) |
| They tryna surf on my wave |
| I ain’t gon' turn down the bass (turn down the bass) |
| I been lowkey for a minute I think it’s time I come out the bat cave |
| This ain’t the time for you to man up and act brave |
| I’m outta my mind but it’s sustainable rap craze |
| I’m on the grind you know the flow is divine that’s why I be on the rise like a |
| volcano when ash sprays |
| These are your last days I’m ripping your limbs like crab legs |
| They shouldn’t have let me play in this rap race, I’m back mane |
| Who said I’m fallin' off |
| In my celly you gon' see a lot of broads |
| And you know that the pussy is fire |
| That’s why they throw it at me like a Molotov |
| Muhfuckas finna get punished |
| You gon' see the whole damn rap game plummet |
| Yeah, this nigga Hop done done it |
| You ain’t even see my little black ass coming |
| Guys hold up 'cause I am so nuts when I roll up you might wanna keep the door |
| locked |
| I high roller, I rhyme vulgar 'cause I’m sorta a bi-polar beast that you’re not |
| (Yikes!) |
| Niggas see the things I do they be like «Hop I wanna be like you» |
| She said yeah I gotta man but for the «Ill Mind"I would leave my boo |
| You poor bastards bow down to your master, you’re last to finish the race |
| Of course that’s the only outcome makin' it big |
| 'Cause I bust like a torn magnum |
| See I summons the mic like it was Thor’s hammer |
| Body slammin' these beats 'til the floor shatters |
| And I keep rappers as a reward, they corpses are stiff on the floor |
| The sword jammed in |
| Let’s go |
| They throwing dirt at my name |
| I might just burst into flames (burst into flames) |
| They tryna surf on my wave |
| I ain’t gon' turn down the bass (turn down the bass) |
| They throwing dirt at my name |
| I might just burst into flames (burst into flames) |
| They tryna surf on my wave |
| I ain’t gon' turn down the bass (turn down the bass) |