Khalifthe1st - BAS Freestyle (feat. Cheese) Lyrics

Turn me f*ckin' on, yeah, I hit that bitch, now I'm f*ckin' gone
If she wifey man, I might put her on, put her on the Gucci shit
Instagram on
Take you to a flight, then I grab a bike
I'm talkin' about that Banshee; it might cost your life
It cost a couple of bricks to ride the stick shift
Cause this a Porsche, you in a f*ckin' Honda, nigga
You f*ckin' with Mr. Chronic, yeah
Don't make me pull out, man, that f*ckin' tonic, yeah
I'm blowin' on that sonic, but this ain't no coke
It's a fur coat, yeah, this a man-dingo
I pull it out, the bitch starts suckin, starts singin' in her mouth
Yeah, y'all niggas ain't gettin' money on the couch
In your bitch's crib, man, in your bitch's ass
But I'm on the motherf*ckin' gettin' the fast pass
And I'm in the traffic, man, doin' a f*ckin' dash
And I f*ckin' twist and pop pills; I don't crash
Yeah, and if I see your bitch ass, I'm on your ass

On your ass at the motherf*ckin' red light
Don't try to take off at the red light
Yeah, I gotta get a light; I gotta light the spliff
Cuz it went out, cuz we f*ckin' talkin' shit
That's what the f*ck we do, that's how the f*ck we move
Yeah, it's a few of us, but we got a deep crew
If something pop off or jump off, bets believe
We got niggas outside, like to jump off

Yeah, we like the Navy, bitch, we like the Navy Seals
And we comin' back for all the kills
We got 500 confirmed kills
So play with us shit, get real
And we do them drills; we don't need no pills
We don't need no coke, nigga, and we ain't no joke
And we got the f*ckin' machines gun in the coat
It's the trench coat playin' with me you a ghost
You gon' be on the coast floatin' with the rivers
Floating with the fishes, wash you like some dishes
Put you in the motherf*ckin' U-Haul truck
Because all you had to do was pay up the bucks
Now your mama miss you, your sister miss you
Because, man, now go grab her some tissue
Cuz they drawin, we in them foreigns
Nigga, you in the sleep, zoning
We out man you here the f*ckin' trolley
Yeah, don't nigga, I wish a nigga try to rob me
F*ck, he gon' be in the mud stinkin' in the lobby
So, yeah, nigga, pull up, nigga, and come try me
Come and try me
Better off payin' the lottery

Better off payin' the lottery
Your chance is one in a million, f*ckin with me
Your chances is slim to none
F*ck with me, I don't care if you got a gun
I'll take it from you, nigga, and smack you like my son
Like you was my son
I guess I'm from New York, man; I'm sayin' son
These niggas got me sayin' dun
On some other shit, like when I went down south
F*ckin' niggas, f*ck with me even from down south
It's all about ya swag, dawg; get your swag up
Motherf*ckin' little nigga, I got my swag tight
Nigga, I'm a grown nigga, I'm a real nigga
That's the difference between me and them motherf*ckin' young boys
That be rappin' about shit they never f*ckin' seen
Or never f*ckin' did or never even f*ckin' had

Hold, let me get on the scene; start robbing rappers
These niggas ain't did shit, they ain't f*ckin' trappers
Them niggas lyin, talkin' about they got money
Yall niggas ain't did shit, y'all cartoon funny
Talkin' about y'all hitting licks and y'all kill shit
If I catch you, nigga, I'ma snatch your chain, bitch
And you ain't gettin' it back, I don't care who you with, nigga
Cause your niggas ain't goin' do shit, they bitches, nigga
Cause when I step down, I'ma comeback, man
With the tap, with the scope, with that
And they got the motherf*ckin' Cobra red dot
With the missile, man, that's the f*ckin reticle
That's the f*ckin' rap, yeah