Batman
Zaytoven
Yeah
Blues but I'm black
Goddamn, shh
Green but I ain't mean
Bitch, yeah
SOS, baby
Shit
Zaytoven
Young niggas be up in the trenches (trenches)
Doin' shit that they ain't got no business (no business)
How I know? Nigga, I was one of 'em (one of 'em)
Run up on me, I'ma up my gun on you (on you)
You can't hide from the feds if they lookin' for you, ayy (for you)
Oh, you want your dope? Foenem took it from you, ayy
Watch how you cock your hat man, bitch
We got that rat-tat-tat, man, yeah
Punch your ass black, man, uh, huh (baow)
Splash on your ass to splat, man, yeah (baow)
I'm the Batman
I ain't got no cape but call me Gatman
Yeah, that's a fact man, bitch
Ho like, "Damn So', you gettin' fat, man" (what?)
Niggas like, "Let me get a track, man"
In a Hellcat but I ain't even supposed to be drivin'
We gon' make us split you like some taxes (taxes)
Who they think they is, it sure ain't Casper (sure ain't Casper)
She gave me the grill, I sure ain't ask her (sure ain't ask her)
Shawty got that long throat like a dragon
Young niggas be up in the trenches (trenches)
Doin' shit that they ain't got no business (no business)
How I know? Nigga, I was one of 'em (one of 'em)
Run up on me, I'ma up my gun on you (gun on you)
You can't hide from the feds if they lookin' for you, ayy (lookin' for you)
Oh, you want your dope? Foenem took it from you, ayy
Watch how you cock your hat man, bitch
We got that rat-tat-tat, man, yeah
You want beef like you work at Fuddruckers (Fuddruckers)
It's just me and my blood brothers, motherfucker
Man, these bitches be bloodsuckers, goddamn
Stompin' through the dirt with my mud brothers
All this water, bitch, I'm sinkin' (bling)
Slide quicker than a nigga can blink, yeah (skrrrt)
These niggas pussy pink, yeah (skrrrt)
Big fat pistol, I call him Binky
Up the boys and get beasty
We let off 'til the conversation ceases
My teacher couldn't teach me (nah)
I was runnin' through the hall and it wasn't recess (skrrrt)
Young niggas be up in the trenches (trenches)
Doin' shit that they ain't got no business (no business)
How I know? Nigga, I was one of 'em (one of 'em)
Run up on me, I'ma up my gun on you (on you)
You can't hide from the feds if they lookin' for you, ayy (for you)
Oh, you want your dope? Foenem took it from you, ayy
Watch how you cock your hat man, bitch
We got that rat-tat-tat, man, yeah
Yeah
Blues but I'm black
Goddamn, shh
Green but I ain't mean
Bitch, yeah
SOS, baby
Shit
Zaytoven
Young niggas be up in the trenches (trenches)
Doin' shit that they ain't got no business (no business)
How I know? Nigga, I was one of 'em (one of 'em)
Run up on me, I'ma up my gun on you (on you)
You can't hide from the feds if they lookin' for you, ayy (for you)
Oh, you want your dope? Foenem took it from you, ayy
Watch how you cock your hat man, bitch
We got that rat-tat-tat, man, yeah
Punch your ass black, man, uh, huh (baow)
Splash on your ass to splat, man, yeah (baow)
I'm the Batman
I ain't got no cape but call me Gatman
Yeah, that's a fact man, bitch
Ho like, "Damn So', you gettin' fat, man" (what?)
Niggas like, "Let me get a track, man"
In a Hellcat but I ain't even supposed to be drivin'
We gon' make us split you like some taxes (taxes)
Who they think they is, it sure ain't Casper (sure ain't Casper)
She gave me the grill, I sure ain't ask her (sure ain't ask her)
Shawty got that long throat like a dragon
Young niggas be up in the trenches (trenches)
Doin' shit that they ain't got no business (no business)
How I know? Nigga, I was one of 'em (one of 'em)
Run up on me, I'ma up my gun on you (gun on you)
You can't hide from the feds if they lookin' for you, ayy (lookin' for you)
Oh, you want your dope? Foenem took it from you, ayy
Watch how you cock your hat man, bitch
We got that rat-tat-tat, man, yeah
You want beef like you work at Fuddruckers (Fuddruckers)
It's just me and my blood brothers, motherfucker
Man, these bitches be bloodsuckers, goddamn
Stompin' through the dirt with my mud brothers
All this water, bitch, I'm sinkin' (bling)
Slide quicker than a nigga can blink, yeah (skrrrt)
These niggas pussy pink, yeah (skrrrt)
Big fat pistol, I call him Binky
Up the boys and get beasty
We let off 'til the conversation ceases
My teacher couldn't teach me (nah)
I was runnin' through the hall and it wasn't recess (skrrrt)
Young niggas be up in the trenches (trenches)
Doin' shit that they ain't got no business (no business)
How I know? Nigga, I was one of 'em (one of 'em)
Run up on me, I'ma up my gun on you (on you)
You can't hide from the feds if they lookin' for you, ayy (for you)
Oh, you want your dope? Foenem took it from you, ayy
Watch how you cock your hat man, bitch
We got that rat-tat-tat, man, yeah
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Writer(s): Xavier Dotson, Keith Cozart
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