Distorted Records

Uh, uh

I can feel the bass

From the ceiling to the basement

I don't feel a thing

Get the fuck up out my face, bitch

I don't feel a thing

Yeah I'm faded, yeah I'm shaded

I don't feel a thing

I can feel the bass, I can feel the bass

Distorted, distorted records

Distorted, distorted, distorted records

Distorted, distorted records

Distorted records

Distorted records

First things first, I done heard the worst things

Like if I'm in your top 10, mine's better be the first name

Out your mouth, ain't even worth saying

Little niggas is my offsprings

They deserve a niggas, first name, middle name, third name

From another planet, birthplace

Cloud 9, hello earthlings

My newest president an asshole

I guess that's why I'm leaving turd stains

My Exes used to chill with bad 'tings

All they talkin' 'bout was bird things

Tryna put 'em on the bad brains

My Foreign hoes got the fur brains

Everything I do groundbreak

Big body make the floor break

Big bass make the world shake

Flacko out here causing earthquakes

I can feel the bass, I can see the fakes

Word to T.D. Jakes, word to Pastor Ma$e and Kirk Franklin

Fuck what niggas think, I'm about the bank

Comma, dollar signs, I'm about my Franklins

I can feel the bass

Distorted, distorted records

Distorted, distorted distorted records

Distorted, distorted records

Distorted records

Distorted records, uh