Lil B — Thank God Im Based

[Intro: Lil B] Excess Young L, Lil B (Ayy) [Verse 1: Lil B] Super fly, bitch, I feel like I'm the baddest Pretty niggas, close your eyes to see my status (Yeah) Bitch, I'm in the west and I'm blowing on the baddest Young nigga in the game, this rap shit is getting tragic (Getting tragic) So we came through, made based shit Based shit, gave shit They want a nigga, so yeah, I'm automatic Your bitch is automatic and her pussy automatic, yeah My name is lil boss She gave him lil boss, pro style, nothing to it Boss the clique, boss up and toss the bottle She see me, I'm like a Laker bitch, of course I'm hot [Chorus: Lil B] Excess, excess, excess, excess Excess, excess, excess, excess Excess, excess, excess, excess Excess, excess, excess, yeah [Verse 2: Lil B] I'm smoking, rolling a blunt, taking photos Give me four Pluto's, space for your chick Bay to my clique, The Pack is here Looking at myself, bitch, I don't see the fucking mirror [?] is getting hot, that bitch is moving chandeliers Dancing right here, the man right here, yeah No sand man, but the sand right here The beach right here, your bitch right here, yeah [Interlude: Lil B & Young L] Huh, get it? No sand, but your beach right here No sand, where the bitches? No sand, where the beach? Where the beaches? Yeah, hot in here, yeah Raiders, Young L, my brother (Yeah, yeah, bitch) [Verse 3: Young L] Young L, [?], we spit legendary bars And I'm so motherfucking hot, I can make a legendary pause (Legendary pause) That mean I don't switch it or say shit for a minute And then I hop back up in it, and your bitch, she up in it (She up in it) Yeah, we riding, [?] Like a toxic waste, I'm in a toxic place I'm so sick, so sick, I need a doctor Doctors can't follow, these doctors ain't holla-ing at me Baby, I'm so fucking wet Wetter than a bitch, but not like that It's a first try freestyle, [?] Nigga, a little bit of me style (Me style) Like young [?] said, yeah, that's my brother We gon' keep them looking Smother these suckers with that [?], yeah [Interlude: Young L & Lil B] Smother your mother (Yeah), yeah Smother your mother (Smother your mother baby), straight up man Young L, [?] in this byiatch Excess, wolf pack [Bridge: Young L] Wonder how I spit this fucking crack up in my closet In my closet, closet, crack up in my closet, uh Spit this shit so raw, it just sounds wet, looks like a faucet Wet, looks like a faucet, baby, baby [Verse 4: Young L] Ha, falsetto, she singing all my songs And she love The Pack and she wearing all the thongs And when she come home from the club, I'ma rub all on the butt And then we just, we just gon' smut (Smut baby) [Interlude: Young L] Smut baby, smut with the boss, ha Smut with the boss Just fuck with the boss (Fuck with the boss) It's your loss (It's your loss), ha [Outro: Lil B] Heh, ha, it's your loss then I don't loss them, cause I'm back now In the pack now, bitch, we back now Naw, huh, we never back down In the mist of heat, cause bitch, we here And we don't need a fucking fleet Huh, it's two feet Two arm, two eyes and we don't need to speak Huh, we run this shit Excess, we run this shit That's all I needed