Bas Featuring Ab-Soul – Housewives (Remix) Lyrics

(Intro)
I got it
It’s lit, it’s lit
Yeah

(Chorus – Bas & Ab-Soul)
Look at em sipping the sauce
You ni**as been ripping us off
You ni**as just talking the most like
Housewives
Pockets is full of the hope from the quotes I never wrote
Telling me and my bro dope burger came for the dope only
Benjamin Franklin them folks owe me
Bassy told you my ni**a, 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 ni**a been searching for purpose
And guess what I found?

(Verse 1 – Ab-Soul)
Pastor Blackman 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 ni**a that just made bail like last week
Still ducking strays in the plies like submissive bi**hes
With my dogs at the top with some heat and f**k all ya’ll til I’m in the box
Six feet underneath the gravel, casket made of 47 karat gold
Here the trump is blowed, Jesus banging the gavel
Soul

(Chorus – 2: Bas)
Look at em sipping the sauce
You ni**as been ripping us off
You ni**as just talking the most like
Housewives

(Verse 2 – Bas)
Soulo hold up let me get it back
Had to run the ball, 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 ni**as that Bas brought the East back, eat that
Ni**as play my album and repeat that
Ni**s play your album, hear them weak raps
And delete that, that’s soft s**t
Need some wheatgrass
Better boss up, awh f**k
Got your bi**h starstruck, off us
Got five figures in my offers
Ma 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
What’s your favorite singer in the dances?
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 ni**a
I got the loud and it’s lit

(Repeat Chorus 2)

(Verse 3 – Ab-Soul)
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…made a thizz face
All these ni**as do is copy, wait what?
We ain’t buying none of that s**t, that s**t
For the birds and the fact is, you just a knat 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

(Chorus – 3 Bas)
Look at em sipping the sauce
You ni**as been ripping us off
You ni**as 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 buying none of that s**t
And we ain’t buying none of that s**t
And we ain’t buying none of that s**t
You ni**as just talking the most like
Housewives

(Outro)
Word to Soulo my ni**a
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 ni**a been searching for purpose
There’s nothing around