BATMAN
[Verse 1]
In that mode, I can’t switch on my twin — that’s the code
Okay Brother, flavor that shit for the low
He got toe-tagged, pass me that toe
Tryna band 4 band me? But you broke
Try to up the ante, but you choke —
See I’m acting ante, yeah, that’s the code
I'm in Dallas, with that bitch, I’m with her in a palace
All Groupie bitches all lickin’ their patties
All my Brothers was sleepin’ on pallets
Been smokin’, feelin’ like addict
When they search for that shit in the attic
Really Shootin’ from deep — March Madness
I ain’t heard’ a word that Simon says
I Just need a perc feel alive again
Get a n***a murdered for my twin
Get a n***a murderеd for my friends
Poppin’ shit, Put Birkin on my bitch —
Most these rappin n***as All my kids
Momma shit, i dirtiеd up the Rick’s
Bottle whip, the fuckers placing bids
Black truck, like Batman on the tint
Batman got Masked man in your crib
That shit cap — don’t care how you live
My n***a uppin’ straps if shit get real
Tryna Chase’ a bag, I need me a mill
Tryna hire twenty — need it for real
Stay low we like low beams on the drill
Time to go , Time to go, I'm takin’ their pill
Bitch
Ay, run it back, Ay run it back ( run it back)— I got it
[Chorus]
In that mode, I can’t switch on my twin — that’s the code
Okay Brother, flavor that shit for the low
He got toe-tagged, pass me that toe
Tryna band 4 band me? But you broke
Try to up the ante, but you choke —
See I’m acting ante, yeah, that’s the code
I'm in Dallas, with that bitch, I’m with her in a palace
All Groupie bitches all lickin’ their patties
All my Brothers was sleepin’ on pallets
Been smokin’, feelin’ like addict
When they search for that shit in the attic
Really Shootin’ from deep — March Madness
I ain’t heard’ a word from Simon says
Just need a perc feel alive again
Get a n***a murdered for my twin
Get a n***a murdered for my friends
Poppin’ shit, Put Birkin on my bitch —
Most these rappin n***as All my kids
Momma shit, i dirtied up the Rick’s
Bottle whip, the fuckers placing bids
Black truck, like Batman on the tint
Batman got Masked man in your crib
That shit cap — don’t care how you live
My n***a uppin’ straps if shit get real
Tryna Chase’ a bag, I need me a mill
Tryna hire twenty — need it for real
Stay low we like low beams on the drill
Time to go , Time to go, I'm takin’ their pill
Bitch
In that mode, I can’t switch on my twin — that’s the code
Okay Brother, flavor that shit for the low
He got toe-tagged, pass me that toe
Tryna band 4 band me? But you broke
Try to up the ante, but you choke —
See I’m acting ante, yeah, that’s the code
I'm in Dallas, with that bitch, I’m with her in a palace
All Groupie bitches all lickin’ their patties
All my Brothers was sleepin’ on pallets
Been smokin’, feelin’ like addict
When they search for that shit in the attic
Really Shootin’ from deep — March Madness
I ain’t heard’ a word that Simon says
I Just need a perc feel alive again
Get a n***a murdered for my twin
Get a n***a murderеd for my friends
Poppin’ shit, Put Birkin on my bitch —
Most these rappin n***as All my kids
Momma shit, i dirtiеd up the Rick’s
Bottle whip, the fuckers placing bids
Black truck, like Batman on the tint
Batman got Masked man in your crib
That shit cap — don’t care how you live
My n***a uppin’ straps if shit get real
Tryna Chase’ a bag, I need me a mill
Tryna hire twenty — need it for real
Stay low we like low beams on the drill
Time to go , Time to go, I'm takin’ their pill
Bitch
Ay, run it back, Ay run it back ( run it back)— I got it
[Chorus]
In that mode, I can’t switch on my twin — that’s the code
Okay Brother, flavor that shit for the low
He got toe-tagged, pass me that toe
Tryna band 4 band me? But you broke
Try to up the ante, but you choke —
See I’m acting ante, yeah, that’s the code
I'm in Dallas, with that bitch, I’m with her in a palace
All Groupie bitches all lickin’ their patties
All my Brothers was sleepin’ on pallets
Been smokin’, feelin’ like addict
When they search for that shit in the attic
Really Shootin’ from deep — March Madness
I ain’t heard’ a word from Simon says
Just need a perc feel alive again
Get a n***a murdered for my twin
Get a n***a murdered for my friends
Poppin’ shit, Put Birkin on my bitch —
Most these rappin n***as All my kids
Momma shit, i dirtied up the Rick’s
Bottle whip, the fuckers placing bids
Black truck, like Batman on the tint
Batman got Masked man in your crib
That shit cap — don’t care how you live
My n***a uppin’ straps if shit get real
Tryna Chase’ a bag, I need me a mill
Tryna hire twenty — need it for real
Stay low we like low beams on the drill
Time to go , Time to go, I'm takin’ their pill
Bitch