Artist: Bas Album: Quarter Water Raised Me Vol. II (Mixtape) Song: Pinball Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1] I'm lookin at my receipt like goddamn it, that's my receipt She do it with no hands but damn it she wide recieve Super Mookin fiends, bitch, we the new elite Locally, overseas, bitch so well received This is life like, 3 strikes of felonies 3 times ahead of niggas, don't know a better nigga I need a sweater with some SMF lettering A tour with 30 busses that my niggas go hammer in And we could through all the litigation, we ain't settling Calin' all the pots black, but we ain't kettling Standing at the door, won't you let us in Kick it down, going places we ain't never been We tryna find a torch, we just laugh at your misfortune Staring out the window 'cause this life is in full motion Make a movie out the b roll, that action keep you focused Fuck your token of appreciate, I need payment Nothing say thanks like a whole bunch of O's And some pretty little hoes when anything goes and I'm a shoot my shot if she open I said I'm a shoot my shot if she open [Verse 2] Uh, I've been lookin at you all damn night You the cookie I've been lookin for my whole damn life Bitches early, this a long ass night Shorty bustin and suckin and all that right, yea She on that white all last night Did it off me, man she skied my pipe That pedico make her need that diaper Shittin on the game, bitch I need that diaper [Verse 3] I'm afflicted, sick like flu though I'm the future like Pluto All my niggas like kudos All my bitches got kulo You can grab it and have it Never thirsty, I'm cool ho, she let me thrash it like pool hoes Up that bat with a 2-0, elementary mathematics I need at least 2 hoes and give me at least 2 O's That's 56 or 57 pending on your connect and how much that nigga respect it Could check it to a fiend It's more than a gram, you understand? Ain't enough snow in the sand, you understand? Bitch don't jump in the lake, it's all sharks My nigga, it's money to be made, I want parts [Verse 4] I'm hard on hoes, call me the critic My nigga call me up like Bas they all could get it But them bitches is beat, them hoes was hit Damn, the weatherman never know shit The weatherman never know shit The weatherman never know shit The weatherman never know shit The weatherman never know shit