Lyrics:

(Alright, I see you, Will)
Basto flow, that's that stand over him flow
This that stand over him, this that Basto flow
This that Basto flow, man
No cap

This that Basto flow
Shot a nigga twenty two times and he can't walk no more
Bitch, your homie got left by the bus and you ain't tryna score
I just ran up thirty off that doggy, I need some more
Sorry that we overkilled your homie left him on the floor
Slatt, we gon' get it back
Got me feelin' like John Wick when I be in all black
Told lil' bro don't aim for legs, we aimin' for headbacks
Every time I'm circlin' the 'Staff, I got my thirty, man

Ever since I lost my bro, I been on demon time
And I ain't tryna fuck no ho, bitch, I be tryna ride
And my niggas in EST, but all my niggas shine
And I ain't trustin' none of these ho's, man, all these bitch?s slime
And LJ beat that body, so you know we back again
May g?t the drop when you don't know and kill you with your friend
Niggas runnin', niggas duckin', but I got a FN
And hit that boy right in his top, he better not lack again
And he can't use his dick no more, I feel so bad for Robby
And he was slippin' when lil' bro caught him in that lobby
So much bullets hit him up, he cannot walk probably
They be praisin' a rapist, so they be praisin' Bill Cosby

This that Basto flow
Shot a nigga twenty two times and he can't walk no more
Bitch, your homie got left by the bus and you ain't tryna score
I just ran up thirty off that doggy, I need some more
Sorry that we overkilled your homie left him on the floor
Slatt, we gon' get it back
Got me feelin' like John Wick when I be in all black
Told lil' bro don't aim for legs, we aimin' for headbacks
Every time I'm circlin' the 'Staff, I got my thirty, man

And we got Glocks, so many drops
Every time they hear about us, it's because they on the box
They ain't ridin' for their homie, they be only makin' songs
I ain't beefin' over no keyboards, we the reason your homie gone
I be smokin' on these dead opps, I be smokin' on your dawg
Every time I up this G-Lock, niggas run and then they fall
And these niggas just like cocaine, they ain't hard, they be so soft
I only roll around with steppers, that be really killing opps
And we be Basto Gang, 'cause you know we the murder team
And for my bros, don't need a price, I'll kill that boy for free
Stand over him, last thing he sees, that's how it gotta be
We'll tell you, 'What up?' before you die just like LG

This that Basto flow
Shot a nigga twenty two times and he can't walk no more
Bitch, your homie got left by the bus and you ain't tryna score
I just ran up thirty off that doggy, I need some more
Sorry that we overkilled your homie left him on the floor
Slatt, we gon' get it back
Got me feelin' like John Wick when I be in all black
Told lil' bro don't aim for legs, we aimin' for headbacks
Every time I'm circlin' the 'Staff, I got my thirty, man

That Basto flow man
Basto Gang
Grrt, grrt