Bas - Fiends In Hamsterdam lyrics

(Verse) Let these n***as know Bas got sicker flows Ride low, eyes closed, hydro, piccolo And them b**hes know Bas got thicker dough Fly you pyro, eyes low, poconos Poke a hoe next week, I skip a hoe, try you, by you, all I’m in it for Never hit it raw, less I hit it raw By you, lie you, know you slippin for Never lie, never front, never cheat But I chief hella blunts every month, every week Every day, every hour she muck and fiend therapies Purple beats or sour keys My speakers get you off yo keester, form a grabbing screen f** you too, the coward leave So fly, I sh** stars Play tricks like guitarists, boy sh** charge sponsored links Before I live large, them girls get you hard, we ménage My mind got sick bars Your mind on those cars, you retard Who tryna pull over my car, damn? f**in boys Cool it serge cuz I just reviewed my laws and you a fraud Ask the b**hes in the kennel, tell em who the dog – Bas And them murking fiends is who the squad, who are yall? Who them broads? We f**ed em all Who them broads? We f**ed em all (Hook x2) Murkin fiends, money gang I threw a party - them hunneds came I f**ed em up - them hunneds came I f**ed em up - them hunneds came (Verse) Check my fresh, I’m fly as sh** MJ flyin on my kids Patrick lyin on my deck I’m never lyin bout how I live I always stay high as sh** And always make dollars, b**h Always make these dollars, what? I ball, got screwed on scholarship I’m steady poppin bottles with these models and these college chicks And I never politic I spit that tree and slide them thick On top from Chi City but NY sees where I f**in live Jota f**ed yo b**h Yo sister, mom and auntie, sh** Super murkin fiends, that’s my team I’m fadin faders, part that weed Roll up the blunts, man roll up the trees We fiends, we do this every week Every week’s like every day These rappers deserve severance pay Cuz they lame, they can’t spit flame, Now watch me throw this paper plane Spark, f** a narc b**h, I’m a shark, b**h Eatin up little faces and b**hes These rappers have 60 digits Wannabe hoes, tell you just wish it Wannabe hoes, top b**h, just listen f** hoes, and crush J’s Smoke haze and get paid I’m on that sh** every day (Hook x2) Murkin fiends, money gang I threw a party - them hunneds came I f**ed em up - them hunneds came I f**ed em up - them hunneds came (Verse) I see the game like Tron so I play the snake n***as only one and drop yo name when you made it f** yo dough, shout out to my n***a Dre the man Nitty got a blitty and that thing straight sadist Ridin round the city with her bitty inflated That’s blowin my phone, I know that same chick you dated Got me going like ocho loco, I know that drink is… invigorating Fresh shots to the underrated That’s me, I brag, OGD the boom like Iraq Fly as sh**, don’t you hijack You will see my goons fly past All black Jag, all black mask All black rata ta ta ta ta ta You threw white rags, why? Damn you all, quite fact I just flew, I feel a slight lag On these tracks, miles ahead, U twice lap Ego bruised, you come through With a ice patch I come through With 5 bags, boy boy boy I’m on my Dubai swag My Dubai swag, my Dubai swag All these b**hes on me ‘cause I uh ah eh We gon leave the party, ain’t gonna ah uh eh Big D is the homie so he’s next, that’s tax b**h (Hook x2) Murkin fiends, money gang I threw a party - them hunneds came I f**ed em up - them hunneds came I f**ed em up - them hunneds came