[Verse 1: Hu$$y]

Ion really give a fuck

Basic Bitches really wanna suck

Trippin', tryna be a bug

Dominoes out my luck

"Basic Bitches", (Don't they realise that?)

Mirror it face it

Slow it down pace it

Now I'm fucking wasted

We ain't fucking with no bitches

Tell em, "Don't pick it up" (yet)

Drop it low, with that peaches

Tell em, "Don't fuck it up" (wet)

I ain't really playing games

Justin:

Uh bro, I think a bit problem uh..

[Verse 2: Qush Jr]

Purple Crunchie, tighter than a bar, man

We just chillin' and plucking strings on a damn guitar, man

I ain’t really fuckin' with no bitches, that’s a start, man

Skrt-in on these bitches I don’t, I don’t really give a fuck, yuh

Tired of playing games, I done really had enough of

Feeling so insane when you take a couple puffs, to

Get shit out yo brains and you spending all them bucks, for

Things to stay the same, yeah, it really kinda sucks, bruh

[Verse 3: MattGnaw]

Basic bitches tryna fuck with the crew (Yuh)

I ain’t care bout all of that

Imma run till I lose (What, what)

Basic bitches tryna fuck with the crew (Yuh)

I ain’t care bout all of that (Yuh)

Imma run till I lose, till I lose (Till I lose)

[Verse 4: Qush Jr & MattGnaw]

And they really tryna holla (Tryna holla)

Yeah, they see my bread

And they just really want my dolla (Really want my dolla)

Pumpin' business got me lookin' William Rockefeller (Aye)

You know I am the prince

But she is not my Cinderella (Yeah, yeah, bitch) (Yuh, yuh)

Countin' up, bitch, aye yuh (countin’ out, countin’ out)

Stackin' this brick, aye bitch (stack, stack, stack, stack, yuh)

Start it up rev it out yuh (start it, start it, vroom vroom)

Hit the drive on the road yah (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)

[Verse 5: Wira Munir]

I ride round

I ride round

I ride round (Skrt, skrt!)

I don't fuck with no basic bitches around the town (Nah)

Everybody be faking shit, they faking it (They fake!)

Everybody be sucking it, they be suckin' dick (cogkollogl)

I, pull up and go

I, see her and go (Okay)

Don't condone with the blow

Bitches curving their bros

So I, see them and go (Dash, dash)

They, shoot and scoot (Pew, pew, pew)

I, loot that bitch

While she sucks my, (Dick!)

[Verse 6: Hilmi]

Hidemen spitting fire , we are pyrokinesis

Our bars can move you, like its telekinesis (Pow Pow)

We don't try to fit into the motherfucking mainstream (Fuck that)

We're nefelibatas unlike those bitches who basic (Basic

Bitches)

I think I diagnosed myself with cirrhosis (Imma die)

Intoxicate myself with too much Martell (No flex)

Damn too many fake friend can you hear those hisses? (Like a python)

They'd stab me in the back so I stick to my cartel

[Verae 7: Hu$$y & Qush Jr]

We ain't fucking with no bitches

Tell em, "Don't pick it up"

Drop it low, with that peaches

Tell em, "Don't fuck it up"

We ain't fucking with no bitches

Tell em, "Don't pick it up"

Drop it low, with that peaches

Tell em, "Don't fuck it up"

Bitches want the stack

I might want the rack (Want the rack, shit)

I ain't lacking back

All I'm droppin' is facts (Facts, facts, facts, facts, facts)

Let em be while they curve

Gotta say they have the nerve

Now I gotta fuckin' serve

Tell em bitches, "Feel my girth"!

[Outro: Hu$$y]

Basic bitches can't compensate

For what I make

Bitches wanna fuck with the clique

I told em stay away

We just tryna thrive

Bitches tryna end the drive

That ain't gon make me soft

Turn the ignition off

Bitches wanna fuck, bitches wanna fuck