Freekey Zeekey - Beat Without Bass feat. Lil' Wayne & Jha Jha lyrics

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Lil’ Wayne:

I got my capital S-wagger up, ya dig

Young Money, Cash Money, Dipset Byrdgang

Where the team at

(Welcome To Dipset baby)

Verse 1

Lil’ Wayne:

Okay my leather so soft but don’t think I ain’t hard

Bitch say “Weezy make it rain” I said “Bitch I ain’t god”

But I am God’s son but you know I ain’t Nas

See he got a positive aim and I aim nines

Man Lil’ Weezy got a star that even I can’t find

Man some shit just be so hard I be like that line ain’t mine

And if that is under a gram than that line ain’t mine

And if you niggaz talkin’ war, well bitch it’s combat time

Hey, I take three L’s to the head

Love, live, life, and I’m dead

Young Money, Dipset, that’s what this is

And if I ain’t good lookin’ you can bet my bitch is

I done made it off Apple Street

Like it was 2300 Jackson Street

Young Money, can’t join ‘em nor beat ‘em

Where the fuck is Robin Leach when you need him

A rich nigga can’t even buy freedom

That’s why I give my white bitches everything but freedom

I do my white bitches anything but beat ‘em

And if they like rat poison, then I’ma feed ‘em

I’m so sophisticated

Fresh from Antarctica, my wrist just made it

I’m rich bitch, I ain’t broke no more

But I will still chop you up and feed your ass to the poor

Weezy, I’m ‘bout my cream like a smore

You old ass rappers better stay on tour

You’re like 44, I got a .44

I’m 24, I can murk you and come home when I’m 44

Hook

Freekey Zeekey:

What’s a beat without bass

Chain hangin’ to the dick nigga all them diamonds in the face

A homie get in Dips space then I’ma show you .38s

When we ride this 25, scrapin’ dat raw base yeah

(Repeat)

Verse 2

Jha ‘Jha:

Dade County get it girl

5 riders wit’ it girl

You don’t want no problems, don’t you know we ridin’ wit’ it girl

Dudes love me, say I got a hell of a swag

See me hoppin’ out them Coupes, Benz’s, Bentley’s, and Jags

With *Balenciaga* bags and some lil’ skimpy shit

Got a lil’ bit of ass so they focus on my tits

It’s the jewels that I wear, and the gleam on my wrist

And she rock her real hair, run ya fingers through this shit

I am something like *the shit*

*And your* nigga I will pimp

Ya ain’t got my money honey hit him wit’ a hollow tip

See Freekey is crazy, insane, and hazy

And that’s my big brother so do not try to play me

It’s gon’ be some’n shawty, the Set is in the buildin’

Throw yo’ B’s up shawty, Patron is in my system

And that sweet stuff shawty, the zone is what I get ‘em

When I’m geeked up homie, *homie,* yeah

Hook

Verse 3

Freekey Zeekey:

This is how we ride, so high, drunk drive

Got the pistol-grip get ‘em gangstas fo’ life

We them chedda-makin’ villians, shorty give me ride

Got a big Mossberg and it fire from the shells make you stop, drop, and pop it

Cock the *hammer*, send the rocket, blow a socket

I won’t stop it, Go-Go Rocket, hit your body or in bocket

Toys pocket, sort of profit off his top and call them Gnostic

Take the profits, stack our toppers, don’t get popped

And get to shoppin’, nuthin’ less than 20 dog, we call ‘em birdies

We call ‘em big Shucky-Duckies, we grizzlies, you tellin’ toughies

Get busy with heavy money, you shitty, prolly all funky

You prolly some type of junkie

I’ll probably sold you the monkey

Listen fall back dick, you don’t wanna get stripped

You don’t wanna see the Dips *strip* fuck yo’ bitch

You don’t wanna see your jaw cracked, barrel from the Smith

That pain’ll make your body twitch *shit*, the world’ll hear you saying “AY”

Freekey

Hook

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