Peso Bros, 7 Bandz, Z Flaco - Based God Lyrics

Flaco in the stu I feel like based God
Whipping that shit up with my right arm
Rocking designer with tiny shirt
Your bitch on my line and she just wanna flirt
Hope in a car I just go skrt
He see my swag now that boy hurt
Breaking his ankle like my name kurt
You ain't got bands it's no need to purp

Yeah, know I stay 10 toes down yeah I'm deep in dirt
Make these niggas sick think I'm getting a Covid-19 alert
With a bad bitch and her ass so phat she keep asking me to lift up her skirt
When I'm in public I step out in a Marc Jacobs T-shirt
That Jealously, hating, and envy that's always some shit I gotta watch out for
Ain't nobody else coming near I had to go and close my back door
You think you got some new swag bitch I already wore it
Number 1 with the swag I need me an award
My closet so big I don't walk in you know I explore it
You know my style your bitch she adore it
I'm with my lady she had and she fancy
I'm in the car and I'm cranking some lancey
Pretty boy swag I cook like little B
The number one rapper yea I wanna be
You talking bout fashion you know I'ma put on a show
I'm out with the gang you better just hide your hoe