[Chorus: ripAxgxst]

Ayy, she said that the bass too loud, shut up, I can't fucking hear it

I found her in the crowd, took her backstage, we can fuck in here

Bags, bags, bags, bags, bags, you can get it all

Took some time to hit my peak like an edible

Talking all that trash, but the trash is your catalogue

You ain't never made a hit, you should go record

[Verse 1: ripAxgxst]

Talkin' like you know some shit 'bout music, you don't seem sharp

I done seen the vision 'bout this music shit, I see sharp

I got bitches in my DMs, sayin' I deserve the charts

I'ma keep it real, its outta my hands, I trust in God

Ho, you are mistaken, we might need a pause

Do not hit my phone unless it's money talk

Really nobody, thesе bitches treatin' me likе I'm a boss

Step into my crip, you need a map or you might get lost

I be stacking the paper like a printer, baby

I got seven bitches in my car like sprinter, baby

I ain't even know how to write an L, I'm a winner, baby

I'ma hit this blunt, you can find me on the ceiling, baby

Geeked out, all this cash, I need some more

I ain't need no sad bitch in my crip, ho, take an Adderall

She be fucked up on Percys, she scratching on the wall

Fuck, ho, go to rehab, you need some withdrawals

[Chorus: ripAxgxst]

Ayy, she said that the bass too loud, shut up, I can't fucking hear it

I found her in the crowd, took her backstage, we can fuck in here

Bags, bags, bags, bags, bags, you can get it all

Took some time to hit my peak like an edible

Talking all that trash, but the trash is your catalogue

You ain't never made a hit, you should go record

[Verse 2: imnotvrycreative]

Yeah, another nail in the coffin

That shit had me sick, like I was coughing

This ain't new to me, like, shit, I do it often

He the green eyed monster when it come to the pockets

Can't rush, let the route go scenic

Ain't about bread, well, I probably don't need it

Said "The bass too loud", won't turn it down, what are you thinkin'?

See he wanna try it, for your sake you should rethink it

Yeah, you ain't swimming, boy, you sinking

We could talk a lot, ain't saying nothing with some meaning

Want the bread, want the cheese like Cheezitz

You gon' need a miracle, and, shit, I ain't Jesus

Yeah, green paper, kelp, oh

Nah he ain't ya neighbor, but he pop up on ya, hello

I ain't tryna relax, why would I get mellow?

Ran it back, relapse, pull strings, cello, yeah

[Bridge: ripAxgxst]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: ripAxgxst]

Ayy, she said that the bass too loud, shut up, I can't fucking hear it

I found her in the crowd, took her backstage, we can fuck in here

Bags, bags, bags, bags, bags, you can get it all

Took some time to hit my peak like an edible

Talking all that trash, but the trash is your catalogue

You ain't never made a hit, you should go record

Ayy, she said that the bass too loud, shut up, I can't fucking hear it

I found her in the crowd, took her backstage, we can fuck in here

Bags, bags, bags, bags, bags, you can get it all

Took some time to hit my peak like an edible

Talking all that trash, but the trash is your catalogue

You ain't never made a hit, you should go record