fiends in hamsterdam
Singer:bas
let these niggas know bas got sicker flows
and them bitches know bas got thicker dough
but i chief hella blunts every month
every hour she mookin fiends thourpees
purple beats or sour keys
my speakers get you off yo keester
who tryna pull over my car
cool it serge cause i just reviewed my laws and you a fraud
ask the bitches in the kennel
and them mookin fiends is who the squad
who them broads? we fucked em all
who them broads? we fucked em all
bad chick lyin on my dick
i'm never lyin bout how i live
i always stay high as shit
always make these dollars
got screwed on scholarship
i'm steady poppin bottles with these models and these college chicks
i spit that tree and slide them thick
jota from chi city but nyc's where i fuckin live
every week's like every day
these rappers deserve severance pay
now watch me pearl this paper plane
eatin up little fishes and bitches
these rappers is six feet ditches
i'm on that shit every day
i see the game like tron so i play the snake niggas only wanna drop yo name when you made it
shout out to my nigga dre the man
nitty got a blitty and that thing straight sadist
ridin round the city with her bitty inflated
i know that same chick you dated
got me going like ocho loco
i know that drink is invigorating
fat shots to the underrated
ogee beats boom like iraq
you will see my goons fly past
all black rata ta ta ta ta ta
with ice packs i come through
all these bitches on me cause i uh ah ah
big d is the homie so he's next