Batman
Statics on my feet, my life electric
Let him throw a fist, that's a first class ride to Heaven
Cha Cha with the clerk, I'm sliding debits
Opps still broke, dick sucking, tryna fight depression
Work for this shit, whole gang up
Yelling SB to the grave, I can't change up
I'ma sprint to the bag till I can't run
Threw the hunnid round in the chop, had to change nuts
I was born StanWill, I'ma die a GOAT
I could shoot a germ 'cause the chop got a microscope
Feeling blessed off a slide, I'ma swipe some pope
You would think my niggas at the strip, how they slide with poles
Writing dumps at the stu', I don't write lyrics
Send his soul up first class like he fly Spirit
I don't rock J's, all my Mike's 'Miri
Chops out the ass, set the play, you gon' die clearly
I was down, now I'm up, life a roller coaster
I be strapped at all times, got the pole in holster
Think my bitch Ariel, got a ocean on her
Bro pouring in the Sprite, got a potion on him
Punched three jacks in the name of Lisa
Doing fraud on a Sunday in the name of Jesus
Threw the giffies in the air, now it's raining Visas
Powered up now with this punch, I done came Vegeta
Me and bro road running, we Lewis and Clark
No cap, I'll up MAG and shoot it like ARK
BAPE zipped up in first class, I flew as a shark
Got a telescope on the chop, don't get blew from afar
Off-White extraordinaire, all the drip in quotes
Six digits on fire, this BIN a GOAT
I'ma run that shit up till my shin is broke
Fuck a nine-to-five, boy, I just made ten in four
Boy, I'm plugged in like yo Xbox
No cap, I done made ten off of Best Buy
Black and white Balencis on, I'm a ref now
Only thing ever on my head was a dreadlock
Old bitch still got a Pulse but she dead now
Too tapped in with this shit like we feds now
Made her tap out, got yo bitch in a leglock
Feel like Jon Jones, got the game in a headlock
Stan will not tolerate no fake shit
I got seven niggas with me so that's eight blicks
Chilling at the top with my BAPE zip
Boy was mean-mugging over there and caught a facelift
Huh, and I'm probably riding in a spaceship
Chasing sack at all time, I done came blitz
On the Lodge in the Beam' when I lane switch
Keep that dog shit at all times but I ain't shit
Huh, sup, baby, don't get yo heart broke
And I'm sick of these hoes, don't get barfed on
Spinning 'Cats down the block, it's a car show
Fluke check went through, shout-out Wells Fargo
Got a MAG 'cause the fame, I'm a shooting star
Bro making pill runs, tryna juke the narcs
Dick sucking without pape', opps too bizarre
Rocking out with the baby Drac', think we shoot guitars
Huh, I'm in the mood for some crab legs
Skrrt-skrrt, black 'Cat like I'm Batman
Three weeks into quarantine, I done stacked ten
I done made way too much off my last BIN
I'ma run it up till I hit the grave
And my bitch too bad like she misbehave
Same game plan, just a different phase
And we riding 'round in the whip with more clips than Faze
Let him throw a fist, that's a first class ride to Heaven
Cha Cha with the clerk, I'm sliding debits
Opps still broke, dick sucking, tryna fight depression
Work for this shit, whole gang up
Yelling SB to the grave, I can't change up
I'ma sprint to the bag till I can't run
Threw the hunnid round in the chop, had to change nuts
I was born StanWill, I'ma die a GOAT
I could shoot a germ 'cause the chop got a microscope
Feeling blessed off a slide, I'ma swipe some pope
You would think my niggas at the strip, how they slide with poles
Writing dumps at the stu', I don't write lyrics
Send his soul up first class like he fly Spirit
I don't rock J's, all my Mike's 'Miri
Chops out the ass, set the play, you gon' die clearly
I was down, now I'm up, life a roller coaster
I be strapped at all times, got the pole in holster
Think my bitch Ariel, got a ocean on her
Bro pouring in the Sprite, got a potion on him
Punched three jacks in the name of Lisa
Doing fraud on a Sunday in the name of Jesus
Threw the giffies in the air, now it's raining Visas
Powered up now with this punch, I done came Vegeta
Me and bro road running, we Lewis and Clark
No cap, I'll up MAG and shoot it like ARK
BAPE zipped up in first class, I flew as a shark
Got a telescope on the chop, don't get blew from afar
Off-White extraordinaire, all the drip in quotes
Six digits on fire, this BIN a GOAT
I'ma run that shit up till my shin is broke
Fuck a nine-to-five, boy, I just made ten in four
Boy, I'm plugged in like yo Xbox
No cap, I done made ten off of Best Buy
Black and white Balencis on, I'm a ref now
Only thing ever on my head was a dreadlock
Old bitch still got a Pulse but she dead now
Too tapped in with this shit like we feds now
Made her tap out, got yo bitch in a leglock
Feel like Jon Jones, got the game in a headlock
Stan will not tolerate no fake shit
I got seven niggas with me so that's eight blicks
Chilling at the top with my BAPE zip
Boy was mean-mugging over there and caught a facelift
Huh, and I'm probably riding in a spaceship
Chasing sack at all time, I done came blitz
On the Lodge in the Beam' when I lane switch
Keep that dog shit at all times but I ain't shit
Huh, sup, baby, don't get yo heart broke
And I'm sick of these hoes, don't get barfed on
Spinning 'Cats down the block, it's a car show
Fluke check went through, shout-out Wells Fargo
Got a MAG 'cause the fame, I'm a shooting star
Bro making pill runs, tryna juke the narcs
Dick sucking without pape', opps too bizarre
Rocking out with the baby Drac', think we shoot guitars
Huh, I'm in the mood for some crab legs
Skrrt-skrrt, black 'Cat like I'm Batman
Three weeks into quarantine, I done stacked ten
I done made way too much off my last BIN
I'ma run it up till I hit the grave
And my bitch too bad like she misbehave
Same game plan, just a different phase
And we riding 'round in the whip with more clips than Faze
Credits
Writer(s): Martynas Kriauciunas, Williams Stanley
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