Bruce Wayne lyrics

[Intro]
(​gi-gi-girlNEXTdoor)
Ayy, n*gga, what up, ayy?
Came from the G-lane sh*t (Brrt), ayy, yeah
Wow, for the win (Yeah), that could be it
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Bulletproof, that ain't gon' save you, n*gga, I'm shootin' through the roof (Fah-fah, grrt)
Hit yo' top, let's see yo' dreams, he look like Martin Luther (Goddamn)
On my di*k, then get the hell off, sayin' I fell off, is you f*ckin' stupid? (b*tch lyin')
b*tch, I made a hunnid-fifty thousand off this f*ckin' music (Cash)
This year, ain't no other n*gga from my city come like this here (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, tell yo' shawty (Ayy), f*ck up off my line, lil' bro, that b*tch weird (f*ck her)
I'm waitin' on this check, f*ck out my face until that b*tch cleared (Ayy)
That ho odd as f*ck, I don't even get near

[Chorus]
I pull up in all black, just like Bruce Wayne (Like I'm Bruce)
I don't really f*ck with n*ggas (Ayy), they be too lame (They be too—)
sh*t that I done been through in this life that made me insane (Made me coo)
The crib look like I'm Batman, all black on like I'm Bruce Wayne (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
I pull up in all black (All black), just like Bruce Wayne (Just like Bruce)
One thing on my mind, just guns and money, guess that's two things (My guns and money)
Pulled up in that big-body (Skrrt), take up two lanes (Skrrt, skrrt)
Boy, don't trust that thot, that b*tch gon' blow a n*gga like Hussein (Ayy, ayy)
I hear that b*tch a bop
Lil' 'Yac come through, n*ggas starin', yeah, they be nervous (Them n*ggas nervous)
I ain't from the East, I tote that .50 like I'm Curtis (Keep that .50)
Yeah, walk around with chop', I cut yo' sh*t up like a surgeon (Grrah, cut yo' sh*t up, n*gga)
Brought poles like election, hit that block and then we purge it (Hit that block)
Ayy, if it's one thing you can bet, I'm always clutchin' (n*gga)
That money on my mind like 25/8, I'm always touchin' (Yeah)
Give a f*ck 'bout what these n*ggas say, it's always nothing
Don't trust that dirty b*tch because these b*tches always f*cking (b*tches always f*ck)
He was in a rush, I put that boy up in my Russian (Ayy)
Boy, play like we in New York, I might smoke you out in public (Smoke you, n*gga)
Ride around like JAY-Z 'cause this .44 that I'm tucking (Bah-bah)
Had yo' b*tch-ass on a t-shirt for some promo, n*gga f*ck it (f*ck it, b*tch-ass)
[Chorus]
I pull up in all black (n*gga, ayy), just like Bruce Wayne (Think I'm Bruce)
One thing on my mind, just guns and money, guess that's two things (Guns and money)
I don't really f*ck with n*ggas (f*ck with n*ggas), they be too lame (Lame as f*ck)
sh*t that I done been through in this life that made me insane (Yeah)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah