This is a song about "Janson thrane bass"

Just put your hand on the glass

I mean turn up the bass

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

Blast the music up loud, crank the bass, smokin' chronic,

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

No one to hear your screams over the bass that's boomin'

Sittin' up in project hallways, crankin' bass, smokin' bones,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,

But i let off everything i have

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/

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