Thank God I’m Based Lil B (Ft. Young L)

[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's 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-ing is here
Looking at myself, bitch, I don't see the fucking mirror
Mami 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