Byron Barett - Make It Go lyrics

rate me

There are those who toil about their existence

Wanderers, purchasing frivolous moments on a journey that

Upon its completion, will have starved that which they feared most

Their gifts within

And then there are the others

Oh, B-Y

How'd you get so fly, so fly, so fly

I can make the bass go, make your fingers go

Make the bottles go, make you turn it up

I can make the bass go, make your fingers go

Make the bottles go, make you turn it up

You see my net worth is troubling color earth of Dublin

Byron keeps it coming like birds perched for smuggling

Go alert husbands get your guards up

Resistance is futile I'm cutting regardless

The dough is marvelous once the package hits the drop

It's the theme of my flow now I'm dope on the block

More precise the Third Rock 'Naptown on the emblem

My fly talk lays them flat down then I bend them

Diamonds in my ear so clear I got David Blaine like

"Byron how'd you make them disappear"

This here's the best flow in this hemisphere

Yep, the baddest to appear in the atmosphere

We get the cash here the touch is exquisite

I think of dollars like minutes in a conjugal visit

I smile at haters turn around pollinate her

Then give birth to monster verses y'all die in labor

I can make the bass go, make your fingers go

Make the bottles go, make you turn it up

I can make the bass go, make your fingers go

Make the bottles go, make you turn it up

I make the trunk go boom

Sasquatch down the block

Radio don't like me 'cause they say I'm too hot

Mixtape assassin get your microphone chopped

I'ma kill this beat 'cause I can't be stopped

They ask me why you so hot

Did you buy that drop

How'd you get that knot

I reply on the spot I work hard for the fame

And my old car's lame it's not part of the game

I make crowds move

Boy don't you see my name

Crowd Control on a roll homie

Like a dice game

Big three Byron B., Nydo, and Stro mane

Beast flow on the mic and it can't be tamed

The takeover set and it can't be changed

So I'ma give you time to get your body to the dance floor

Put your hands in the air boy 'cause I said so

Everybody move 'cause I make them when I say go

I can make the bass go, make your fingers go

Make the bottles go, make you turn it up

I can make the bass go, make your fingers go

Make the bottles go, make you turn it up

Ted Ted put the girls to bed

Bout to set the record straight if you've been misled

Nobody snatches it out of their head more dead

On target arctic wind I'm too cold

Now don't you start again that's fool's gold

My crew holds it down like gravity you love us

B-Y, Stro the rest are rubbish

Garbage punks jump up to get squashed because

I am the light the mic is the prism

Play haters like I'm death get close and then kiss them

Ride down the block with this in your system

But please no blasting them shells

Chill while ladies legs go up and make an (bleep) of themselves

That's a nice visual Stro's quite lyrical

Meanwhile your stuff stays fastened to shelves

I can make the bass go, make your fingers go

Make the bottles go, make you turn it up

I can make the bass go, make your fingers go

Make the bottles go, make you turn it up

I get money like the (bleep) damn building fund

Talk cash but it's not gonna get them none

Swag overflowing so you might wanna get you some

Money out the (bleep) like a presidential enema

Marching band in the trunk boom how I make them go

Suckers sour grapes I don't know why you're hating for

Bad chicks in the club stop I just make a note

So much ice throw stacks up and make it snow

Man getting money but y'all just not catching up

Fresh from the necklace down flawless from the necklace up

Mr. Incredible my chain probably make them cough

Might wanna clear the runway cause I'm taking off

I'm bout to blow up cut checks and pay me

Hood favorite like red Kool-Aid and grape drink

You're like a field goal I'm a touchdown

Takeover starts now industry shutdown