yungen - batmobile (ghetts remix) lyrics
batmobile (ghetts remix) lyrics
[intro]
adp on beats, boy
[chorus: youngen]
from a youngin, i ain’t had no chill
from the hill like jack and jill
i ain’t cool ’til stack a mill
six figures on a batmobile
bro raps, but he has no chill
he really doin’ track and field
i told him we tryna stack them mills
two man up in a batmobile
[verse 1: youngen]
from southside like lloyd and ashanti
they want war, me i send for my army
my cartel’s too barmy
rock the dior so calmly
tell shorty, “welcome to the party”
live my best life, shout out hardy
i got matchin’ whips with charlie
shoutout sloth, the mandem’s cut from a different cloth
every weekend i’m in a different watch
your block’s always got a different boss
tryna be calm, they know i’ll mash him
pull up in a tinted wagon
he’s just cappin’, the bros will catch him
i’ll bе at home on pot, boolaggin’
i’m way too old to be doin’ up road
i make bands off shows
mе and the bros in the bahia cove
i even gotta have the toast
man can’t chat to me about hoes
we all know about loads
cartier bangles, i got them in gold
i might get them all froze
[chorus: youngen]
from a youngin, i ain’t had no chill
from the hill like jack and jill
i ain’t cool ’til stack a mill
six figures on a batmobile
bro raps, but he has no chill
he really doin’ track and field
i told him we tryna stack them mills
two man up in a batmobile
[verse 2: ghetts]
i’m from where the kids don’t look up to you unless you pull up in—
whoo, old school lottery, it could be you
fast car, came from a local robbery good as new
all y’all bars sound like a list of things you wouldn’t do
look at the year that i’ve just had, man, can not pretend
stop at the park, smite his wig, do damage again
hi, i come right out the blue like a family friend
i said, “babes, don’t hold back talk, say it with pamela chest”
flats, no heels, catwomen in batmobiles
p+ssy purr, no brazilian wax, no deal
brr, you givin’ a man cold chills
how you talkin’ what do i bring to the table? you live in the bando still
[chorus: youngen]
from a youngin, i ain’t had no chill
from the hill like jack and jill
i ain’t cool ’til stack a mill
six figures on a batmobile
bro raps, but he has no chill
he really doin’ track and field
i told him we tryna stack them mills
two man up in a batmobile
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