I Hit These Licks for You Momma

By Bass Santana

Released on April 8, 2017

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[Intro]

T-t-to Bass be the glory


[Chorus: Bass Santana]

Five for the Xan

Ten for the Perc'

Bitch, I ain't rich till my mama don't work

Bands in the app, hoes gettin' on my nerve

Hands in the trap, all my niggas do is serve

Five for the Xan

Ten for the Perc'

Bitch, I ain't rich till my mama don't work

Bands in the app, hoes gettin' on my nerve

Hands in the trap, all my niggas do is serve


[Verse 1: Bass Santana]

I heard some niggas talking, fuck it, they can be about it

I heard that they gon' run up on me, we'll see about it

I miss my momma like a bitch, I need to see the island

But I can't stand to look her in the face as unaccomplished

I'm makin' beats, a couple bangers, think I'm onto somethin'

But niggas sleepin' like they got class in the morning

I got the heat, it got my hands on the choppa, hands on the choppa

Make a nigga dance for the fuckin' corner

And everybody hate my temper, shit, I hate it too

But when you put it on the internet they say it's cool

Ay, fuck it, I'm just trying to get a check, I played a fool

See, I'm just doing all the shit you niggas 'fraid to do

These niggas lazy, puttin' work is what they hate to do

You try to tell a nigga better, he start hatin' you

You need to focus on yourself, I'm unavailable

Being pussy is fatal, just think about it and say the truth

Wait, I massacre rappers

After that a tragic disaster

Have a chat with the pastor

Say a prayer then I close the chapter

I keep it no competition and that's the code to snappin'

A lot of niggas fake, I guess that's just the code of rappin'

These lames more annoying than some light skin backwoods

A bunch of rein actors

I fuck his bitch and then I treat him like a fetus after

He get aborted like the mission under heat in action

That's where you niggas lackin'


[Chorus: Bass Santana]

Five for the Xan

Ten for the Perc'

Bitch, I ain't rich till my mama don't work

Bands in the app, hoes gettin' on my nerve

Hands in the trap, all my niggas do is serve

Five for the Xan

Ten for the Perc'

Bitch, I ain't rich till my mama don't work

Bands in the app, hoes gettin' on my nerve

Hands in the trap, all my niggas do is wait

Five for the Xan

Ten for the Perc'

Bitch, I ain't rich till my mama don't work

Bands in the app, hoes gettin' on my nerve

Hands in the trap, all my niggas do is serve


[Verse 2: Yoshi Thompkins]

All you niggas rollin', all my niggas ride high

No one can pick you up if you are upside down

You ain't got no game, stay yo' ass out of bounds

Hard to stay afloat, walk the plank, hope you drown

Imagine if I changed history, I'm yo' master now

Imagine if I didn't rap, I'd have a master's now

It's a thousand lil' niggas wanna be the Yoshi now

I call them my flower children, we shinin' like daffodils, aye

My garden rich with the fertilizer, so watch the snakes

Yo' homie say he a fucking Kane, he a fucking Cobra

Now plant a stash over there in the corner, I bet he'd take it

Don't wanna smoke with them, I'ma face it, he probably laced it

These niggas heartless, they start problems, I gotta face 'em

You never [?], I'm gon' erase you

Don't be Jamaican, in the next life you'll probably make it

Don't swear to God, just like my God will visit Jamaica

Is there gon' be a awkward moment in this conversation?

We gon' keep it G codin', crackin' combinations

What's in that safe? I need it all, unless yo' hood ain't say

I trip on acid, say the shit they say I shouldn't say

With the rhymin', I'm a Shining Son

Shinin' is a natural mist, they commin' with us when I was atomic

But I'm fallin' from the sky, I'm a comet

Told my mama she ain't gotta worry 'bout the money 'cause it's comin'


[Chorus: Bass Santana]

Five for the Xan

Ten for the Perc'

Bitch, I ain't rich till my mama don't work

Bands in the app, hoes gettin' on my nerve

Hands in the trap, all my niggas do is serve

Five for the Xan

Ten for the Perc'

Bitch, I ain't rich till my mama don't work

Bands in the app, hoes gettin' on my nerve

Hands in the trap, all my niggas do is wait

Five for the Xan

Ten for the Perc'

Bitch, I ain't rich till my mama don't work

Bands in the app, hoes gettin' on my nerve

Hands in the trap, all my niggas do is serve