batman & robin - fatboy bino & drew jackson lyrics
[intro: drew jackson]
yeah, uh, hey, pass me the drac’
(ain’t gonna lie, fool, pass me the b*tton)
yeah, ah, ayy
yah (brrd), n*gga, rrr (brrd on his ass)
uh, yah
mm*mm, i’m feelin’ like batman, yeah (brrd)
send ’em, mm, like batman, yeah, crazy
yeah
[chorus: drew jackson & fatboy bino]
yeah, uh (yeah)
two chops on me, i’m feelin’ like batman (on god)
went and got a switch, so you know you a dead man (brr*rrah)
burnt his ass with that fire, that’s a permanent sun tan
scat pack too fast, yeah, it’s a bumblebee (vyoom)
these n*ggas broke and they know that they under me
put his ass in the dirt if he think about tellin’ you
i load up, i burst, n0body f*ckin’ with me
got my ski on everyday, know i be tuckin’ that brrd (baow)
drew jackson batman, they callin’ me robin (batman and robin)
n*ggas be cap, ain’t caught no body
pull a hit on your block in a wide body charger
dodgin’, gotta stay away from narcotics (from the cops)
yeah, everyday slangin’, need ‘bows
sw*ngin’ that drac’ like a jake at the door
thought i signed with bagg ’cause i stay with that loaf
[verse 1: drew jackson]
yeah, all these n*ggas be playin’
chase his ass down with that drac’ super saiyan (come here)
wide body stolo, we switchin’ the van
i know i’m that n*gga, i’m hunchin’ a friend
jackson got to the mall, blow a ten (blow a ten)
then hop in the wraith, bro, it’s time to go spin (go crazy)
yeah, put a switch on a chop and it’s gen4 (brr, brr)
he won’t breathe again, n*gga, uh (make sure he die, yeah)
b*tch, we havin’ these racks (on god)
uh, n*gga, we been havin’ hoes (yeah, we f*ckin’)
yeah, runnin’ your mouth, get exposed (n*gga)
all i take is a week and they go (go crazy)
yeah, i ain’t gotta say nothin’ to get chosen (i’m chillin’)
n*gga swear he ain’t real if it’s no (woah)
arp long and it came with a scope (it came with a beam)
uh, yeah, n*gga said he want smoke, he ain’t know i’m a fiend
f*ck his b*tch in the double r truck, rich dreams
send the glock 23, this b*tch takin’ down ‘kini, uh (brr*rrah)
and i done had all the baddies, yeah (on god)
i’m beggin’ the ho for the addy (how come?)
long live my brother, i got this sh*t tatted (put my heart on my sleeves)
she boujee, but for jackson she get ratchet, n*gga
[chorus: drew jackson & fatboy bino]
yeah, uh (yeah)
two chops on me, i’m feelin’ like batman (on god)
went and got a switch, so you know you a dead man (brr*rrah)
burnt his ass with that fire, that’s a permanent sun tan
scat pack too fast, yeah, it’s a bumblebee (vyoom)
these n*ggas broke and they know that they under me
put his ass in the dirt if he think about tellin’ you
i load up, i burst, n0body f*ckin’ with me
got my ski on everyday, know i be tuckin’ that brrd (baow)
drew jackson batman, they callin’ me robin (batman and robin)
n*ggas be cap, ain’t caught no body
pull a hit on your block in a wide body charger
dodgin’, gotta stay away from narcotics (from the cops)
yeah, everyday slangin’, need ‘bows
sw*ngin’ that drac’ like a jake at the door
thought i signed with bagg ’cause i stay with that loaf
[verse 2: fatboy bino]
got a baby draco, it can fit in my backpack
h*lla motion, don’t know which car i’ma drive (which car i’ma drive)
f*ck it, hop in the striker to slide (skrrt)
baby [kane?] got the drac’, he gon’ shoot ’til he tired
n*ggas muggin’, [mick?] hop out and he fired
got a weight, one*fifty comin’ down, shipment dried
if the ball to my hands, i’ma put on for the guys (on god)
all the opps gotta die (murder for hire)
yeah (yeah), n*gga, stay out my business
‘fore i pull up shootin’ movies like [?]
spendin’ money on guns, ‘bows and ammunition
yeah, n*gga
posted in the spot on the daily
said, “f*ck the rap game” ’cause this trap sh*t payin’ (on god)
i know that i’m turnt, hoes f*ck ’cause they want my babies
gonna fly with some ‘bows, you want a mercedes (a benz)
uh, yeah (yeah)
she gon’ f*ck the whole team for a pic with the rollie (ice, ice, ice)
put a sock in his mouth if he talk, mick foley
this flawless, gang, ain’t go to mr. go*with*me
chokin’ the game, so my neck i’ma freeze
put your n*gga in the dirt, i’m gucci, you jeezy
hop out, brrd, jack, get the squeeze (get to blowin’)
they beggin’ me to stop shootin’, gave me a reason (blowin’ your ass)
[chorus: drew jackson & fatboy bino]
yeah, uh (yeah)
two chops on me, i’m feelin’ like batman (on god)
went and got a switch, so you know you a dead man (brr*rrah)
burnt his ass with that fire, that’s a permanent sun tan
scat pack too fast, yeah, it’s a bumblebee (vyoom)
these n*ggas broke and they know that they under me
put his ass in the dirt if he think about tellin’ you
i load up, i burst, n0body f*ckin’ with me
got my ski on everyday, know i be tuckin’ that brrd (baow)
drew jackson batman, they callin’ me robin (batman and robin)
n*ggas be cap, ain’t caught no body
pull a hit on your block in a wide body charger
dodgin’, gotta stay away from narcotics (from the cops)
yeah, everyday slangin’, need ‘bows
sw*ngin’ that drac’ like a jake at the door
thought i signed with bagg ’cause i stay with that loaf (boys)
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