Bassexplorer E

Two Flames Productions. Yeah. Harley Flames. Big JT. On the track. Uh, I'm swinging and I'm swerving, Ducking cops and all the curves, and riding in My whip that's purple like a dead smurf. I'm throwing elbows when I come through like a Nerd. Y'all like looking at my car's ass as I dash with the pedal flooding gas. I'm about to smash up on the go, hitting Hard, my flow's out the system in control like Whoa. You gon' be like, "Oh. Oh no, it's the almighty Big JT, ask anybody. I am the one nobody wants to compete because This ain't a hobby and this is my life, A fat boy with a lotta big toys. When I step up on the mic, I'ma ride, Fly high like a jet line. I fuck with JDM like Skyline cruising down the Street in my '03 G35, the tires screeching as I slide. Fuck with Ton and RDO Designs, And Sean the Uber man in the Uber van. 850 bass heads beating together like we in some Sort of rock band. I sell my music like It's contraband. Uh, I told you it's hot, But I won't let the beat rock until my Heart stops. Speeding down 90 like, "Fuck a cop." A hundred and sixty-five donuts up in the parking Lot. Driver, License and registration. You're about to run into White male, White with 98. He's going too fast. You guys slow down, we can't chase him longer. He's about to somebody. Uh, catching me how you thought. People hear my engine roaring and my bass is Thumping from at least two blocks. I'm a bass explorer, something like E. T., I'm from A different set like I was claiming, but I'm Not. I'm really here, what you got up in The box? And down to see what cool mods You kinda think you got. Don't make me pull up on you at the Spot, 580 to the 850, I have to rock. I shut down any spot, call me the lieutenant 'cause I be calling all the shots. Don't like it? Oh well, it ain't my prob. I got Harley Flames on the beat, and we In Milltown recording this thing. These new age rappers all wack. Support me because I'm like Donald Trump deporting These fools back. It's full back, and I took A L last year, but this year I snap Back like my hat. Two Glock number two, pistols Cocked back, ready to spat on any track. I don't have to explain myself no more, you Know where y'all can find me at. Big JT, I put my city on the map. Ayy, shout out everybody. About to let the beat rock. Big up South. That's white boy runners now. White boy runners, bitch. 10-4. Driver, Pull over. He's on a run. You're going over a fence. He ain't stopping. There's no stopping this guy. 10-4, 10-4.