LOL
Bass Santana Lyrics
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Purse first, lane switch, ha, ha, hahahaha
Wavy, sip water, selling green to your daughter
When I tax her for that quarter, I'm like ha, ha, hahahaha
Zoe him for that check, yeah
What gon' happen next, hmm
Maybe he upset, wet
Too late for that pressure
45, I'm special
Cocaine on the dresser, yuh
Your hoe tend to snort it when she miss you
Work my wrist, I ain't shit, BS my initials
Keep some pills inside my system
Pull that pistol, they gon' listen
Wait, why they always on my dick
Before, they ain't listen
Now they taking pictures
Now she wanna fuck an ugly nigga
Race, race, race, run up on a nigga no face, no case
Oh how sweet, no Amazing Grace
Make a nigga pray, make a nigga meet his make
Okay, wait, wait, wait
Ain't no sleep for the lost that faith
Can't depend on another man, on another hand
Fuck a rubber band, I'mma get a whole damn safe
Make racks off a ratchet bitch, pimping with my pinky lit
Purse first, lane switch, ha, ha, hahahaha
Wavy, sip water, selling green to your daughter
When I tax her for that quarter, I'm like ha, ha, hahahaha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, hahahaha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, hahahaha
Okay, like VVS my neck
Shirt red like the tec
Nigga touch my pack
He finna get wet
Flip your bitch just like a Tech Deck board
Pussy nigga can't say no more
No more, save no hoe
That's how the game go
Fat young nigga with the pesos
Need a big booty bitch like J Lo
Okay, like what's your payroll
Looking like 00 no gate code
You a pussy ass nigga, you fake tho
Got my eye on your bitch like I'm Kano
We blowing up like volcano
We fly to the bank, we the greatest, you hating, no reason to hate though
My .45 ain't no joke
Nose running, she loving that coke
Gaterade with a four
Got your baby mama posted, posted at the trap bagging up an O
Js going out the door
Plays going out the door
Racks off a ratchet bitch, pimping with my pinky lit
Purse first, lane switch, ha, ha, hahahaha
Wavy, sip water, selling green to your daughter
When I tax her for that quarter, I'm like ha, ha, hahahaha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, hahahaha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, hahahaha
Ha
In the song "LOL" by Bass Santana, he explores the world of hustling, drugs, and sex. He brags about making racks off a ratchet bitch, pimping with his pinky lit. He's not shy about his lavish lifestyle as he boasts about his wavy ways, sipping water, and selling green to the youth while he taxes them for a quarter. Bass Santana is not one to be messed with as he warns his competition about what will happen if they mess with him. He's got his gangster on, and he's not afraid to handle business; he talks about the gun he carries and the cocaine on his dresser. He also mentions how people are now taking pictures of him and wanting to have sex with him; he's not sure why they didn't pay attention to him before.
The chorus has a fun and sarcastic tone to it as it uses laughter to highlight how ridiculous the situation is. It's almost as if the singer is laughing at how ridiculous his life has become. The song is a reflection of the street culture that exists among the troubled youth, dealing with drugs, sex and violence. It's a world that's not often talked about, but it's a reality for many young people.
Line by Line Meaning
Racks off a ratchet bitch, pimping with my pinky lit
Making money off an unreliable woman, flaunting my jewelry and style
Purse first, lane switch, ha, ha, hahahaha
Asserting my dominance and slick driving skills with sarcastic laughter
Wavy, sip water, selling green to your daughter
Relaxed and cool, while making drug deals with unsuspecting victims
When I tax her for that quarter, I'm like ha, ha, hahahaha
Taking more money from my customers than expected and laughing about it
Zoe him for that check, yeah
Demanding payment and using violence if necessary
What gon' happen next, hmm
Looking forward to causing trouble and chaos
Maybe he upset, wet
Possibly making my victim emotional and scared
Red dot handle that, ooh
Threatening to use a gun with a laser sight
Too late for that pressure
No turning back or changing the situation
45, I'm special
Proudly owning and wielding my .45 caliber gun
Cocaine on the dresser, yuh
Casually displaying and using illegal drugs
Your hoe tend to snort it when she miss you
Imagining someone's partner using drugs when missing them
Work my wrist, I ain't shit, BS my initials
Boasting about my skills and reputation in illegal activities
Keep some pills inside my system
Regularly using drugs to maintain a high or numb state
Pull that pistol, they gon' listen
Using violence to make someone comply or fear me
Wait, why they always on my dick
Questioning why people are always bothering or following me
Before, they ain't listen
Reflecting on a time when people didn't pay attention to me
Now they taking pictures
Feeling popular and important, while people take photos of me
Now she wanna fuck an ugly nigga
Having sexual appeal and power, despite not being conventionally attractive
Race, race, race, run up on a nigga no face, no case
Committing crimes and escaping justice without being identified
Oh how sweet, no Amazing Grace
Mocking religion and spirituality
Make a nigga pray, make a nigga meet his make
Causing a person to pray or face death or danger
Ain't no sleep for the lost that faith
Not having time or rest for people who have lost their way or values
Can't depend on another man, on another hand
Being independent and self-reliant, without relying on others
Fuck a rubber band, I'mma get a whole damn safe
Not settling for small amounts of money, but aiming for larger goals
Okay, like VVS my neck
Having expensive diamond jewelry around my neck
Shirt red like the tec
Wearing a red shirt, similar to the color of a gun
Nigga touch my pack
Defending my drugs or money against theft or harm
He finna get wet
Warning someone that they will be shot or injured
Flip your bitch just like a Tech Deck board
Using and manipulating someone's partner as if they were a toy
Pussy nigga can't say no more
Silencing someone who disagrees or disrespects me
No more, save no hoe
Changing my ways and not helping anyone who isn't beneficial to me
That's how the game go
Accepting the rules and realities of life in the streets
Fat young nigga with the pesos
Being a wealthy and powerful young man
Need a big booty bitch like J Lo
Desiring a curvy and attractive woman like Jennifer Lopez
Looking like 00 no gate code
Being so successful and impressive that I don't need a security gate code
You a pussy ass nigga, you fake tho
Insulting and degrading someone for being weak or fake
Got my eye on your bitch like I'm Kano
Watching someone's partner closely, like a character from Mortal Kombat
We blowing up like volcano
Gaining popularity and success quickly, like a natural disaster
We fly to the bank, we the greatest, you hating, no reason to hate tho
Being confident and successful, while ignoring those who doubt or hate me
My .45 ain't no joke
Emphasizing the power and seriousness of my gun
Nose running, she loving that coke
Noticing and enjoying someone's drug use
Gaterade with a four
Mixing cough syrup with a sports drink to get high
Got your baby mama posted, posted at the trap bagging up an O
Employing someone's mother to help distribute drugs
Js going out the door
Selling Air Jordan shoes quickly and easily
Plays going out the door
Selling drugs or other illegal products successfully
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Jahseh Dwayne Onfroy
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