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trippie sixx - batshit! ft. gxrdxn lyrics

(intro)
spending my days stuck in traffic
turning voice notes into magic
hit the studio with the static
going batsh+t
we going batsh+t

(verse 1)
because me and jeremy
go together like sprite and codeine
go together like coke and pusha t
go together like toast and cups of tea
go together we drop a tape and it’s a takeover
and you know we don’t stay sober
spitting tracks, we be splitting racks
we stacking up green like a jane smoker
find me sitting in a rangе rover
switching lanes like i’m bipolar
sorry bro but it’s gamе over
we sn+tching all of your controllers
(verse 2)
yeah, if you step to me
body go missing like a mystery
chains on me like mr t
i’m like mewtwo i’m so op
i’m not phoning home i’m not et
6 double x like ecstacy
way too c+cky like a dp
so i’m going hard til i’m rip
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m going hard
going hard
going hard til i’m rip

(chorus)
spending my days stuck in traffic
turning voice notes into magic
hit the studio with the static
going batsh+t
we going batsh+t
turn a new track to a classic
hit the microphone we attack it
taking all our time we never panic
going batsh+t
we going batsh+t
(verse 3: gxrdxn)
yeah i got the flavours
smoking up all the vapours
sh+t so loud that it’s waking up all the neighbours
take a little bump got me hitting the macarena
sh+t that i got on me same colour as mashed potato, ooh
catch ya later
this chronic a master baiter
smelling like success but still reeking of bad behaviour
me and trippie go good together like straps and lasers
bout to stack the paper
something you can’t relate to

(verse 4: gxrdxn)
you never had it
that’s why you mad as f+ck that we got it
told trippie we k!ll it
and don’t stress it we poppin’
we pull up and p+pop it
and they don’t know who done shot it
b+tch i feel like a prophet
yeah i’m feeling the prophet
cos it’s under the table
yeah just like a carpet
we got wins in the lobby
cos them duties be calling
slam dunk on opponents
every time that you lob it
it’s ‘f+ck what the price is’ whenever we cop it
big sh+t only, splash them cheeks when we drop it
if i ever had a choice b+tch i’m picking your pockets
cos i ain’t never give a f+ck about a b+tch and her problems
trippie sixx and gordon there ain’t no other option
(hook)
yeah it’s gordon and trip
you can’t get enough of this
he shoot i got the assist
and you know we never miss
the paper high when we stack it
the money never subtracted
when you see us on the road remember
we’re not in your tax bracket, b+tch

(outro)
spending my days stuck in traffic
turning voice notes into magic
hit the studio with the static
going batsh+t
we going batsh+t
turn a new track to a classic
hit the microphone we attack it
taking all our time we never panic
going batsh+t
we going batsh+t

- trippie sixx lyrics

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