[Intro: tana]
I ain't been the same since them bats bit me
We just hit a lick, hope the Lord forgive me
Loc' say the drank messin' with his kidneys
Hop out the Bimmer, I think—
I ain't been the same since them bats bit me
We just hit a lick, hope the Lord forgive me
Loc' say the drank messin' with his kidneys
Hop out the Bimmer, I think—
[Verse 1: tana]
I told him, "Put the money in the bag"
I'm with lil' Glokk40, finna spaz
I-I heard your mixtape and it was trash
Just incase we missed, we gon' spin back
Yeah, me and lil' Spaz in the booth
You bеtter not lie, 'cause my Glock say thе truth
We gon' win the war 'cause we got more troops
I call up lil' Glokk40, he gon' knock out your tooth
Gang, don't be retarded, boy, stay in your lane
Young vampire, you can see my fangs
I done lost my mind, al-all of this blood in my veins
Yeah, face shot, we finna spin back
Don't care 'bout your party, we shoot through your kickback
And I got that yardstick, know it kick back
I'm takin' your gun, lil' bro, let me get that
[Verse 2: Glokk40Spaz]
Young n***a thuggin' for real
They probably like young n***a come with the steel, we don't play nice (Brr)
Yoppas and Glocks, hell nah, we don't play nice (Brr)
Oh, that's what you thought? We don't do no fair fights (Rat)
So tryna pull up to the trap, man this ain't right (Boom-boom-boom)
Gotta get a P out, go on with your trap life (Trap life)
Just shot him, no switchblade, choppa with no knife (Chop)
Don't drink no beer but we gon' let this bud light
Don't talk 'bout the gun unless you wan' be done
I walk in with the Carbon 15, that's my son
Don't play with me pussy boy, I'm not the one (Rah)
We'll catch yo' ass lackin', rob you, chop yo' tongue (Slatt)
I talk to the angels hangin' in my palm (Chew)
We go to war with them n***as, Vietnam (Huh, bow)
5.56 hit his back, the n***a think he strong (Scoot)
Fuck with that rat, chase him like I'm Tom (Rich)
Hell nah, I can't fuck with Jerry, he the laws (Bitch)
[Verse 3: tana]
Ain't ever gon' lose, boy, y'all gotta kill me
And you know I keep that yardstick with me
And we out in Houston servin' up that Whitney
I ain't been the same since them bats bit me
We just hit a lick, hope the Lord forgive me
Loc' say the drank messin' with his kidneys
Hop out the Bimmer, I think we like six deep
Don't come 'round this way, you get thrown off the bridge
When you speak to me, you better watch your lip
You play with my gang, boy, you gon' get killed (Gang, yeah)
[Outro: tana]
Brrr
You play with my gang, boy, you gon' get killed (Yeah)
Spaz, Tana
I told him "Put the money in the bag"
I'm with lil' Glokk40, finna spaz
I-I heard your mixtape and it was trash
Just incase we missed, we gon' spin back—