Dank. Bass. Funk.

Sicker than your average Ain't nobody Ill-er I might fly my bitch to Paris I be in my section I be rolling up some cabbage I ain't smoking with you, You gone get yo ass embarrassed I was steady hitting til she said "We should get married" I was tryna dip But then she looked at me like Carrie If I had some ice on my neck, id be worried When the sun shines on the shit, it gets blurry I done left the pass where it is, I'm in my bag on a bitch Popping tags, But a nigga never tried on the shit Its alright, Cause I'm liking what I like, And that's it Check the price, And I never really mind what it says Swear I got the dank in the back, And we good Bet I got a pack with me, Everywhere I go Bet I got the bass in the back of the truck Came in with the bass, Imma die for the funk Bet the boys coming with some water It be running off Make a bitch go and jump for joy Maybe somersault I ain't tryna have a conversation 'Less its money talk Word to Lil Baby Hit the stage up for a honey-bun I ain't spitting game, She hit the floor and put that ass up New whips gonna take me out to space Thats word to Nasa Back up, Im tearing heads off Like fucking bath salts Match up, Im more like Redman I smoke the pack up Swear I got the dank in the back, And we good Bet I got a pack with me, Everywhere I go Bet I got the bass in the back of the truck Came in with the bass, Imma die for the funk