Batman

Let me please talk to you like you're crazy
F* y'all, nigga, f*, y'all

Yeah,yeah,yeah
Pop in these pants on my coupe
I'm out the room, cool like I'm Batman, yuh, uh
Damn, what? Smarter than a madman, yuh
Yuh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

These ns, they steppin' on my floor, talkin' my heart
I'm stealin' your heart, takin' your heart to the pad
She gettin' laid, she tryna suck on the d, yuh, uh, yuh, uh, yuh
She wanna suck on the d

Pop in my Rollie, pop in my Patek
It's an AP and a hat on a Patek
Hittin' that white in the kitchen, bop shaggin'
Whippin' it slowly, don't whip it, lil' fat sht

I got the swag, won't flash it, I won't backstrip it
Rock out my chain, they talk like I'm Mick Jagger
You think you fly, but your swag's a trackmaster
They want my sauce because I'm a checkmaster

I can walk in my hat and I'll pull out a rapper
Woman, a lot of stuff, tryin' to catch it
All of my weapons, lil' b*, it's automatic*
Got a rifle with no city, I'm static
Girl, don't call my name, you know you call me daddy
I was on the side, they walkin' like, what happened?
All these n*s think we lyin', let me cap it
I just pulled up to the bank and started lyin'

It's not lovin', they stay lovin'
Stay lovin', I'm payin' nothin'
Who's bravin', stayin' stuffin'
Who has to love?

I got my hand on the truck
I got my hand on her p*
I didn't even get that p*
He walk away like a wuss
I got the paper like books
I can't pull up, b*, I'm broke

Walk in that b* and the b* see they look
All of these ns, these n*s, they short
Twenty-nine hundred, we cool
All of my ns, they thuggin', they throw
Walk in that b* and I hop, that's my world*
I f* that b* and I hop in the car
Watch my lil' boss and I make a lil' call
F* your squad nigga, A$AP, bitch