[Hook: Atwood]

I don't think you see the wave

Look like Cena in the face yuh

On the low you feel the bass

You can't say this shit don't faze ya

(x2)

Gimme that low end

(x6)

[Verse 1: Atwood]

Y'all don't keep it 100 and that shit hertz

On the high I'm gettin blunted

On the low it soothe my nerves

Yall be tryna catch a wave

I'll be signing like the bass

Slow and steady win the race

Most of y'all move quick then fade

I'm something like an 808

The type when hit it make you shake

I love the way it vibrates

Yeah I'm just tryna feel the bass!

My subs something like a vinyl

12 inches but no high notes

Shit you feel inside your spinal

With my dogs like I'm Fido

Fuck around and sine to Tidal, waves

Think you hot I give you midol, flames

Subs woof just like my dog, ay

Subs woof just like my dog!

When this shit drop swear your face like Oooo!

I really love when that bass go boom

Tryin to find where my night go

Tryna to get hype tho

When that low end come through!

(x2)

[Hook: Atwood]

I don't think you see the wave

Look like Cena in the face yuh

On the low you feel the bass

You can't say this shit don't faze ya

(x2)

[Verse 2: Chris Wright]

I got a low end theory

My subs coming through clearly

You just act like you don't hear me

Start to wonder if you fearing me

My base rumble they gone ride slow

Know you feel it when yo eyes closed

Sneak it in through the side doors

Let me hit when she blindfolded

Low-pitched but it's for my dogs

Loud leaking out of they garage

Sound peaking but it's never lost

Nah we ain't ever gon pause

My sub got southern influence, but come through clean

Low end hits, yeah we fighting dirty, I'm a menace but I make calls like deans

I don't make trouble (treble) like a good boy seems

Came for the cake, and I left with a Benz

Roll through the tape with a pipe close, all of your light off, bet that shit give you dreams

Got Subs in the back like a meet and greet

That boy Kwiq coming beat for beat

The back seat screaming please repeat

It vibrate for that bitch, maybe she a freak

It dilate when each piece retreat

I'm out late trynna feed the streets

I got beats to leak

And this itch like a sheet of fleas

I don't think you see it, sound waves hit a chest like we deep at sea, we all gold

[Hook: Atwood]

I don't think you see the wave

Look like Cena in the face yuh

On the low you feel the bass

You can't say this shit don't faze ya

(x2)

[Verse 3: Headhaunter]

Turn the every knob to the right

Vibrate the rearview and sides

Transform the whip to a write off

Hear the song clearly outside

88 MP to H

Leavin flame trails in our wake

Four doors to no doors it bangs

Making that Richter scale break

Up in the aftershock waves

Hydrate we actively grow

From deep ends to low ends we float - fall up when gravity GOES

Real time look like a timelapse

You take a step and end up headin right back

Fumes, leaking out the windows and we ride past, doomed, bloom and reduce to a bright flash

Puking's the usual forecast, turn the fog down, pour the night in a cold glass

Drink it so fast, tend to fade with the whole camp

Let the bass hit til I wake in a gold cast

Entered a minute ago, permanent now

Turn up the low end a bit, burned to the ground

Ride upon the bass hits burst through the clouds

All my neighbors pissed like word and I'm out

[Hook: Atwood]

I don't think you see the wave

Look like Cena in the face yuh

On the low you feel the bass

You can't say this shit don't faze ya

(x2)