Basic - Mean, Deeranae

I put in work / I get paid

No competition / I’ve been great

I go hard for that pound cake

These basic bitches just love to hate

No Gucci, No Prada but still I’m dressed in designer

I kop my sneaks from boutiques

You kop your shit from Foot Locker, bitch

Still imma clap back on these wack cats

And I drop bombs when I hijack

This is war not in Iraq / Imma snap necks

Never cooked crack from the pyrex

But I cook crack with my rat pack

And we bout dat

Gettin' cheddar / Stackin paper / Fuck a hater

Now kill ‘em with the whole crew

You ain’t never been about it, Nah

And I doubt it, cuh

So come and tell me what you gon' do

Let’s face it, you basic

Stay broke ‘cos you’re never gonna make it

I made it / No airplay

Stay six feet underground / Dead heat

Think you «Been Trill» but we know that you fake it

All of this cake on me, homie, I baked it

Cut off a slice and I’m still gonna make it

Been on a diet, workout just to stay fit

No basics, it’s only luxury when it comes to me

Don’t envy me / I’m the MVP

I’m everything that you wanna be (shit)

Homie, I done did what you hoped to

Still sip juice, let it hang loose

Still spit truth when I’m in the booth

‘Cos you a basic bitch

You a — You a basic bitch (No doubt)

‘Cos you a basic bitch

You a — You a basic bitch (Damn right)

‘Cos you a basic bitch

You a — You a basic bitch (I said it)

‘Cos you a basic bitch

You a — You a basic bitch (‘Cos I don’t fucks with no)

Basic, Basic, Basic (Bitches) x 4

You basic and I’m complex

No magazine in my contacts

Stay independent / No contracts

Fresh to death ‘cos I’m all that

Push the crack / Now you on that

You basic bitches better fall back

Stand down / It’s a man down

Hands down / Bitch, who got the best sound

You a clown hoe and you basic

Now get down low ‘cos the bass sick

Let’s pop the bottle get wasted

Drink till the last drop / don’t waste it

Party all night and I don’t wanna stop

We causing a ruckus / they calling the cops

All of these bitches they come in the flock

Hand ‘em the bread / they go straight for the cock

Top of the food chain and on my wrist I got 2 chains

Don’t sniff but I spit that Cocaine

Propane / Bust flames when I’m insane

You lame and you know you got no game

I came, I soar and I conquered

You came, you lost and you butt hurt

I know, you know that I got work

You bitches look the same

And it’s driving me insane

I just wanna stack the paper

‘Cos I wanna make it rain

Better grab an umbrella ‘cos I’m stackin' my bread up

There is no propaganda

But this is V for Vendetta, snitch

You basic bitches, get out of my face

You’re suffocating my personal space

You think you bad?

You big disgrace

Trippin' hard / Bitch, tie your shoe laces

Can’t buy my class, I’m in the fast lane

Yeah, you’ve got money but I’ve got game

I’m stunting with the big boys / Bitch, you a lame

‘Cos I’m the baddest bitch / I can’t be tamed

I’m red riding from the hood-hood

Basket full of good-good

My man’s in the mood-mood

Feed him with my junk food (Hah!)

You know how he love that

I’m on another level / Watchu know, brat?

I don’t fuck with basics / you should know that

You unoriginal / you a copycat

You don’t belong, girl / Stay in your habitat

Cat got your tongue?

/ I’m a bad pussycat

What if you’ve got what it takes?

What if you’ve got expensive taste?

You think that you’re all that?

Bitch behave

You can never hold it down like I do anyways

Once you’re basic, you can’t go back

Bitch you fake it and that’s a fact

You tryna compete me with the shit you bought?

Don’t talk to me about it ‘cos you know I’ve got

YSL on my lips, designer on my hips

Get down with the beats as I come with the hits (heat)

Hot like the Hamasaki’s in Milan

Watch the baddest strut in her Isabel Marant

See me walk my talk / you know I’ve got my own

Independent like Azalea working for my Louboutins

Now bitch, be gone

Excuse me while I be sitting on my throne