Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Basqquiat, artist - Young Dro. Date of issue: 13.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Basqquiat |
| Turn it |
| Bitch pop it, get cheddar |
| Stupid ice (Water, water) |
| Louboutins on my feet (fleet, fleet) |
| Baller, baller |
| Ferragamo Gucci Louis (Pressure, pressure, pressure) |
| I can brick it, I can flip it (Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir) |
| I got two bitches wit me and it going my way |
| I got two pistols on me and I’m gunning my way |
| On a perk and a gettin' mo' |
| Got it made in the shade, gettin' money my way |
| Gettin' brain in the Chevy while the motor runnin' |
| In the club on the gas, smell it all up on me |
| Bitch back up on me, got that Rollie on me |
| Tell your partner quit watchin', got the .40 on me |
| Then pop a dose, eatin' gator every day |
| Benihana wit' lil mama, double white steak |
| In a Tesla, blowin' pressure, bumpin' King |
| Martin Luther King, I’m Mr. everything |
| Sunset Road, I got hoes, red bottom toes |
| I got hoes in the fall, they’re my autumn hoes |
| Every week switch the paint, that’s the baller code |
| Chopper, chopper, chopper, chopper |
| Sneeze, wiping nose |
| Dro pop and get cheddar |
| Bitch pop it, get cheddar |
| Stupid ice (Water, water) |
| Louboutins on my feet (fleet, fleet) |
| Baller, baller |
| Ferragamo, Gucci, Louis (Pressure, pressure, pressure) |
| I can brick it, I can flip it (Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir) |
| I got two bitches wit me and it going my way |
| I got two pistols on me and I’m gunning my way |
| On a perk and a gettin' mo' |
| Got it made in the shade, gettin' money my way |
| Range Rover, take my truck in a safari |
| Test the roads with the 'Rari |
| My lil' bitch look like Barbie |
| Fuck Ruth’s Chris, we go to Hardee’s |
| Sniper rifle, don’t start me |
| Voice-activate Benz, no car key |
| Clean whip, same color Bacardi |
| I’m riding round bumpin' Paul McCartney |
| Oysters, large squids, shark meat |
| I’m saucy and I’m elegant bitch, pardon me |
| I’m really a killer, thriller manilla |
| Look how I did 'em, come to a world Basquait art meet |
| I’m really a chief, what kind of beef you want with Dro? |
| Like Arby’s, we got all the meats |
| Thousand round, .50 cal take out all your peeps |
| Sometimes |
| I’m bustin' a special tech, special broad |
| Shorty got special neck |
| Special number 8, section that |
| Me and mama on welfare, my homeboy |
| Free my niggas in Jackson by Andrew Jackson |
| Hancock, haters, what’s happenin'? |
| Said my say «what's happenin'?» |
| Real, let it breathe again, Braxton, Toni |
| Bitch pop it, get cheddar |
| Stupid ice (Water, water) |
| Louboutins on my feet (fleet, fleet) |
| Baller, baller |
| Ferragamo, Gucci, Louis (Pressure, pressure, pressure) |
| I can brick it, I can flip it (Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir) |
| I got two bitches wit me and it going my way |
| I got two pistols on me and I’m gunning my way |
| On a perk and a gettin' mo' |
| Got it made in the shade, gettin' money my way |
| Gettin' brain in the Chevy while the motor runnin' |
| In the club on the gas, smell it all up on me |
| Bitch back up on me, got that Rollie on me |
| Tell your partner quit watchin', got the .40 on me |