Housewives (remix) Lyrics - Bas

I got it 

I got it, it's lit, it's lit 

Yeah 

Look at 'em sippin' the sauce 

You niggas been rippin' us off 

You niggas just talking the most like 

Housewives 

Pockets is full of the hope from the 

quotes I never wrote 

Tell em' me and my bro Doe Burger came 

for the dope only 

Benjamin Franklin them folks owe me 

Bassy told you my nigga, I got the loud 

and it's lit 

Went to college a bit, but ain't pay off 

all my tuition 

Now I'm back in the town from rapping 

for crowds 

A nigga been searching for purpose 

And guess what I found? 

Pastor Black Lip join my diocese 

Warn the people sleeping on the legion 

I'm a Dreamvillain talking major keys 

Think DJ Khaled playing Mavis Beacon 

Soulo found the loud and lit it back 

woods 

Back to back, it's like I'm mad at Meek 

Burning brain cells with my nigga that 

just made bail like last week 

Still ducking strays in the plies like 

submissive bitches 

With my dogs at the top and we in heat, 

fuck all ya'll 

'til I'm in the box 

Six feet underneath the gravel, casket 

made of 47 karat gold 

Hear the trumpets blow, Jesus banging 

the gavel 

Soul 

Look at 'em sippin' the sauce 

You niggas been rippin' us off 

You niggas just talking the most like 

Housewives 

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Soulo hold up let me get it back 

Had to run the borough, bring the city 

back 

Got the power in my head, yeah, yeah 

Been a year since I fit in fitted caps 

Go and tell them niggas that Bas 

brought the East back, eat that 

Niggas play my album and repeat that 

Niggas play your album, hear them weak 

raps 

And delete that, that's soft shit 

Need some wheatgrass 

Better boss up, awh fuck 

Got your bitch starstruck, all fuss 

Got five figures in my offers 

My how the times have changed 

I might leave tour and go buy the 

Range 

I see the snakes, I see the fakes 

I see 'em straight through designer 

frames 

I just got crib out in L.A 

I get my pick at the thots, but she can 

not stay 

If she had her way she'd be picking the 

locks 

Got a shower big enough to dance in 

With your favorite singer and the 

dancers 

In the party, in the back booming 

Rep the city like I'm Pat Ewing 

Fiends high as bald eagles 

And my product all legal 

Word to Soulo my nigga 

I got the loud and it's lit 

Photos 

Look at 'em sippin' the sauce 

You niggas been rippin' us off 

Like I do my Saint Laurents 

She can't wait to take 'em off 

Complimenting my expensive jeans 

Turn your housewife to a thot-ty 

Thought a bitch cadance made a thizz 

face 

All these niggas do is copy, wait what? 

We ain't buying none of that shit, that 

shit 

For the birds and the fact is, you just a 

gnat to a pterodactyl 

However unbalanced that is, this ain't 

about status 

We cease and desisting y'all, the 

teachers dismissing ya'll 

Insisting you give it up 

Cole World, codeine in my cup 

Fiends 

Look at 'em sippin' the sauce 

You niggas been rippin' us off 

You niggas just talking the most like 

Housewives 

Pockets is full of the hope homie 

Tell 'em we came for the dope only 

For the dope only 

Benjamin Franklins them folks owe me 

And we ain't buyin' none of that shit 

And we ain't buyin' none of that shit 

And we ain't buyin' none of that shit 

(You niggas just talking the most like 

Housewives) 

Word to Soulo my nigga 

I got the loud and it's lit 

Went to college a bit 

Pissed off my scholarship quick 

Now I'm back in the town 

I'm back in the town 

A nigga been searching for purpose 

There's nothin' around 

Featuring: Ab-Soul 

Written By: Ab-Soul, Bas 

Additional Drums: Deputy 

Additional Production by: Ron Gilmore 

Release Date July 14, 2016