Chauncey Bass - Project 22

Yeah, Bass baby, yuh
Ay, make a right by the chicken spot
Wait, look

Them niggas was clowns right
Told em to bow down twice
They don't like how that sound right
Bouta be a wild night
We running the town right
They don't like how that sound? Nice
Coming for my crown right
Bouta be a wild night

Ugh. Squad just stepped in the building
Fresher than death we the realest
Y'all niggas catching some feelings
We eating, y'all know what a meal is
Do yall even know what the deal is
Wrote this on the toilet that's real shit
Y'all niggas keep it a hundred like real quick
My niggas keep it a million, ah
My niggas keep it a trilly
We hotter than Murda Mook poopin in Philly
Shout out Meek Milly I'm feeling like Biggie
Big L and Big Punisher running the city
Ugh. Cause even if I die. Y'all gon remember the rhyme
Y'all gon be making a shrine
Just know I'm ascending I'm still on the rise
Ugh. Bitch I'm on top of my grind
Ugh. Tell me I'm not gonna shine
Ugh. Then I'll break your piggy bank and you can die at the fucking drop of a dime
Y'all niggas is loose change
Nothing but flukes man
You hotter than who man
I be throwing up fire like Lui Kang
It's the truth I'm a tyrant like Hussein
And like bukake my crew bang
Yelling fuck em all like Wolf Gang
We the wrong ones to fuck with like Wu Tang
Ugh. I'm too LAOD right (you too LAOD nigga)
Yeah that sound right
Let me get another round like
Bouta be a wild night

Them niggas was clowns right
Told em to bow down twice
They don't like how that sound right
Bouta be a wild night
We running the town right
They don't like how that sound? Nice
Coming for my crown right
Bouta be a wild night

I got my dogs yah, yah
You don't want no probs yah, yah
When we hit the spot they coming in flocks they loving the Don yah, yah
I am the one I am the one
And you'll never hear me say pardon my tongue
Cause my nigga V, he got a gun
And my nigga Kev crazy as fuck
My nigga G is a Chi-raqi hitta
My nigga Ricky will spray on you niggas Derrick will bury you Franco will bury you
My nigga JT will pray for you niggas
Trust me I'm never afraid if you niggas
I don't know what else to say to you niggas
My nigga Gil is a fucking gorilla don't make him go Bobby Bouche on you niggas

Yeah this is arm leg arm leg godbody muhfuckin Bass, bitch
Shooting from black cloud Staten Isle coming up like I was in the basement
I can take the white house down tell the president I'll say it to your face bitch
Pull up with the mask like Jason
Let my niggas free like Mason
Y'all niggas on bench, poor y'all
My niggas bouta flex on y'all
I'm the one who got the trench coat on
Brooklyn nigga till my tims fall off
And my shorty hotter than a Molotov
In hell
Ah, shit nigga inhale
Got the chopper tucked in well
You don't wanna take it there

Written by:
Bryan Hearne

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