BATMAN ROBBIN (with nappy)

Ridin' round town
Wit' that stick
On my lap
Uh
Better watch yo lip
Talk down, you get clapped
Uh
Stay wit' that MAC
Take yo cheese, then I dash
Uh
Swervin' in that coupe, off a bean I might crash
Uh
Smokin' out that pack, cookie crumbs I can't
Pass it
Who said I was broke, they ain't sure, I get my
Bag now
Couldn't give a fuck about that bitch, guess I'm
Mad now
Gta V, if they catch me then I
Lag out
Freestyle in the booth
With the crew
Till we pass out
Then I got yo boo
In the party
Till we black out
And I got my tool
What it do

Servin' all these junkies like I'm baskin robins
Dressed in all black like I'm batman but I'm robbin
Smokin' out the pack, I got cookies to relax
Caught two cases I can't lack, cause the feds be on my
Shh

Down bad none left
But some weed and my dick
Remember wantin' polo
Now a fit amiri's and some aga's
Cuttin' up on 'ese niggas
Might pop out in some prada
I been put in that role
Had to learn the streets was cold
I ain't beefin' wit no nigga allat talkin' shit old
Only compromise wit' my bitch
Rest of you gon hit the do'

Servin' all these junkies like I'm basking robins
Dressed in all black like I'm batman but I'm robbin
Smokin' out the pack, I got cookies to relax
Caught two cases I can't lack, cause the feds be on my
Shh



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Writer(s): Anthony King Jr
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