Fiends In Hamsterdam Lyrics

Featuring Jota
Prod by Ogee Handz

(Verse)
Let these niggas know Bas got sicker flows
Ride low, eyes closed, hydro, piccolo
And them bitches know Bas got thicker dough
Fly you pyro, eyes low, poconos
Poke a hoe next week, I skip a hoe, try you, by you, all I'm in it for
Never hit it raw, less I hit it raw
By you, lie you, know you slippin for
Never lie, never front, never cheat
But I chief hella blunts every month, every week
Every day, every hour she muck and fiend therapies
Purple beats or sour keys
My speakers get you off yo keester, form a grabbing screen
Fuck you too, the coward leave
So fly, I shit stars
Play tricks like guitarists, boy shit charge
Before I live large, them girls get you hard, we ménage
My mind got sick bars
Your mind on those cars, you retard
Who tryna pull over my car, damn? Fuckin boys
Cool it serge cuz I just reviewed my laws and you a fraud
Ask the bitches in the kennel, tell em who the dog – Bas
And them murking fiends is who the squad, who are yall?
Who them broads? We fucked em all
Who them broads? We fucked em all

(Hook x2)
Murkin fiends, money gang
I threw a party - them hunneds came
I fucked em up - them hunneds came
I fucked em up - them hunneds came

(Verse)
Check my fresh, I'm fly as shit
MJ flyin on my kids
Patrick lyin on my deck
I'm never lyin bout how I live
I always stay high as shit
And always make dollars, bitch
Always make these dollars, what?
I ball, got screwed on scholarship
I'm steady poppin bottles with these models and these college chicks
And I never politic
I spit that tree and slide them thick
On top from Chi City but NY sees where I fuckin live
Jota fucked yo bitch
Yo sister, mom and auntie, shit
Super murkin fiends, that's my team
I'm fadin faders, part that weed
Roll up the blunts, man roll up the trees
We fiends, we do this every week
Every week's like every day
These rappers deserve severance pay
Cuz they lame, they can't spit flame,
Now watch me throw this paper plane
Spark, fuck a narc bitch, I'm a shark, bitch
Eatin up little faces and bitches
These rappers have 60 digits
Wannabe hoes, tell you just wish it
Wannabe hoes, top bitch, just listen
Fuck hoes, and crush J's
Smoke haze and get paid
I'm on that shit every day

(Hook x2)
Murkin fiends, money gang
I threw a party - them hunneds came
I fucked em up - them hunneds came
I fucked em up - them hunneds came

(Verse)
I see the game like Tron so I play the snake niggas only one and drop yo name when you made it
Fuck yo dough, shout out to my nigga Dre the man
Nitty got a blitty and that thing straight sadist
Ridin round the city with her bitty inflated
That's blowin my phone, I know that same chick you dated
Got me going like ocho loco, I know that drink is… invigorating
Fresh shots to the underrated
That's me, I brag, OGD the boom like Iraq
Fly as shit, don't you hijack
You will see my goons fly past
All black Jag, all black mask
All black rata ta ta ta ta ta
You threw white rags, why?
Damn you all, quite fact
I just flew, I feel a slight lag
On these tracks, miles ahead, U twice lap
Ego bruised, you come through
With a ice patch I come through
With 5 bags, boy boy boy
I'm on my Dubai swag
My Dubai swag, my Dubai swag
All these bitches on me ‘cause I uh ah eh
We gon leave the party, ain't gonna ah uh eh
Big D is the homie so he's next, that's tax bitch

(Hook x2)
Murkin fiends, money gang
I threw a party - them hunneds came
I fucked em up - them hunneds came
I fucked em up - them hunneds came