Base God Lyrics – Real Boston Richey

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[Intro]
Yeah
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Let’s go, lil’ n!gga
(Thtboistokes go crazy)
Yeah, you dig me, n!gga?
S*it go for both, money counter or a switchy, n!gga, you choose it, n!gga
You choose your demise to this s*it, n!gga
Yeah, n!gga
Mm

[Chorus]
N!gga, I’m vicious like a pitbull
I been posted up in the trap tryna get my wrist full
Slow it down, shawty, b!tch, you better not get this b!tch pulled
We got pounds in here that’s poking out like some sheep wool
Killer stepping just like a horse hoof
I can get that s*it on front, voice and face good
I get the work, I’m on go, it ain’t play time
Walk up in the trap, all the junkies call me Base God
I been feeling a private stay, look at the b!tch, her face wide

[Verse 1]
Same place the judges stay, n!gga, that’s where I stay now
Had to move in a gated community, got tired of them crackers staking out
A bad lil’ baby eat me up, that’s just how I’m waking now
All racks on me, they don’t believe the money I’m making now
Like, damn, I ain’t know none of this came with the fame
I would’ve stayed robbing n!ggas or stayed off in the dope game
Caught a fed case with all my cousins just to make my chain swing
She cheated on me, I cheated back, she stuck on playing the blame game
I’m like damn, big old chopper got some hangtime
Fell out with them n!ggas I grew up with, s*it ain’t the same now
She let me fu*k, she say I’m smooth, the second b!tch used the same line
They done came out with them fullies, them youngins ain’t gotta aim now

[Chorus]
N!gga, I’m vicious like a pitbull
I been posted up in the trap tryna get my wrist full
Slow it down, shawty, b!tch, you better not get this b!tch pulled
We got pounds in here that’s poking out like some sheep wool
Killer stepping just like a horse hoof
I can get that s*it on front, voice and face good
I get the work, I’m on go, it ain’t play time
Walk up in the trap, all the junkies call me Base God
I been feeling a private stay, look at the b!tch, her face wide

[Verse 2]
Came up off a fifty brick, I ain’t talking ’bout no weight, n!gga
When I’m done, you’ll make the same thing you’ll make off two eights, n!gga
Exotic weed, I’m talking about eleven thousand a play, n!gga
Yeah, if you don’t understand my trap mouth, your ass late, n!gga
Yeah, if n!ggas sleep on you, up the bank, that s*it’ll wake n!ggas
Used to re-up with everything I had to get my weight bigger
You small-minded with it, young n!gga, you need to think bigger
Get it up on your door, the whole world surrounded with fake n!ggas

[Chorus]
N!gga, I’m vicious like a pitbull
I been posted up in the trap tryna get my wrist full
Slow it down, shawty, b!tch, you better not get this b!tch pulled
We got pounds in here that’s poking out like some sheep wool
Killer stepping just like a horse hoof
I can get that s*it on front, voice and face good
I get the work, I’m on go, it ain’t play time
Walk up in the trap, all the junkies call me Base God
I been feeling a private stay, look at the b!tch, her face wide