Basic bitches
• Written by Gatoradetears
(Verse 1)
I want to get that cash.
I want to get it fast.
See me speeding through like the Flash or Dash.
All you stupid hoes look so bad.
Cry, cry, cry lean tears cause you feel sad.
But I never feel sad.
Put the money in the bag.
Call me a fucking robber.
Give me the fucking money.
I want that honey.
You excelled in that shit, good for you, doesn’t
make me a dummy.
All these bitches aren’t lovely.
They look retarded as shit.
You might get hit.
I don’t fuck with a bitch.
Crimson Ghost, Misfits.
I take a piss.
You take a miss.
I’m a fucking boss.
You take a fucking loss.
(Chorus)
Basic ass hoes, always want to hate.
Can’t seem to mind their own business, can’t seem
to stay in their own lane.
Basic ass hoes, always want to hate.
Can’t seem to mind their own business, can’t seem
to stay in their own lane.
(x2)
(Verse 2)
Bitch, you’ll be crying when they call me the goat.
Some of these rappers suck.
Their lyricism is ass.
Pulling shit out of their ass.
That doesn’t make sense.
Rapping like the rent is due.
Bitches are in lala land in class.
I don’t give a fuck.
Watch as they fail.
Yung Lean socks, Gargamel.
(Chorus)
Basic ass hoes, always want to hate.
Can’t seem to mind their own business, can’t seem
to stay in their own lane.
Basic ass hoes, always want to hate.
Can’t seem to mind their own business, can’t seem
to stay in their own lane.
(x2)
(Verse 3)
I rap about what I like, and what I don’t.
Only me bitch, fuck a clone.
Freeze you like Frozone.
I’m not a fucking spy, I don’t need a drone.
Call that a fucking creep.
7 days in a week.
Clean sheets for my bed.
Yes, they are red.
Because that’s the color of them.
Not like blood.
All you hoes suck.
Suck like a vacuum cleaner.
Turn off my ringer.
I don’t do calls.
Leaves fallin’ like it’s fall.
Cause of the climate.
I’m not a little kid, no blanket like Linus.
Sinuses are fucking up because of the weather.
Fuck all you hoes, you’ll be crying when I make
this cheddar.
