The Posterz - The ba** song lyrics

Husser: We turnin up the ba**, they told us that we can't We rollin up the dank, blow it in your face Verse 1: Nate Husser The way we mobbin', philosophical Poppin' a pill, puffin, hands right on the wheel, f** it Red and blue lights, flashin' in the back I got more weed and my freedom in the pack Ugh I know they heard me ridin' dirty as I light another thinkin' 'bout my white girl and my light girl, they don't like eachother But they like that ninth wonder I mean that ninetie's baby the nike stuff For he drivin'em crazy, I'm sorry baby let me pull over, pull of my pull-over When the whole team wholin' we like a bulldoser Who want it? Who f**in' with my n***as? Nobody, he roll the dice, he play jumanji Hook: Turnin' up that ba**, turnin' up that ba** With them windows down, rollin' up my strain, tell me what you think, uh? Turnin' up that ba**, turnin' up that ba** With them windows down, rollin' up, that strenght, what the f** you think, uh? n***a rollin' up that dank, rollin up that dank, with the windows down, blow it in a s**er face, what you think? We be rollin' up that dank, rollin' up that dank, with the windows down, blow it in a s**er face, what you think? Turn the f**in' ba** up! Verse 2: We be turnin' up that ba**, tearin' up the streets, wether it's them cherry-colored seats, or your mother's jeep, let it bang Got to let them see, who them n***as be, if you ridin' solo dolo or you rollin' deep, n***a do your thing And if there ain't no work underneath your seat, (?) And everybody's ridin' with their seatbelt on Don't be scared to bump in front the police let your speakers jump Look em in their eye, you can even know, they don't really want it I remember turnin' corners then, marijuana bags, drink another mag, f** is that, mama's gon' be mad Now I let my girl drive, cause if it's mine, then I'm stealin' it We be ridin' round (?) I'm givin' a f** (?) If I was high, then I would fly to an island (?) Tellin' me she from cuba, drive a cuba ice (?) Hook: Turnin' up that ba**, turnin' up that ba** With them windows down, rollin' up my strain, tell me what you think, uh? Turnin' up that ba**, turnin' up that ba** With them windows down, rollin' up, that strenght, what the f** you think? n***a rollin' up that dank, rollin up that dank, with the windows down, blow it in a s**er face, what you think? We be rollin' up that dank, rollin' up that dank, with the windows down, blow it in a s**er face, what you think? Verse 3: Funny thing, don't even tell me, but I'm high as reefer smoke (?) 'cause them pills got a n***a shook (?) Outro: Dude, yo like, now, because of the posterz bro, I turn my ba** up real f**in' high, and I show man My f**in' game, girls is got way out, like I'm gettin' b**hes man, and guys, they respect me dude... Yo, thanks posts, yo thank you Chris, thanks Nate, thanks Joey You guys are awesome Okay bye