Batman lyrics

by

StanWill


[Verse]
Statics on my feet, my life electric
Let him throw a fist, that's a first class ride to Heaven
Cha Cha with the clerk, I'm sliding debits
Opps still broke, di*k sucking, tryna fight depression
Work for this sh*t, whole gang up
Yelling SB to the grave, I can't change up
I'ma sprint to the bag till I can't run
Threw the hunnid round in the chop, had to change nuts
I was born StanWill, I'ma die a GOAT
I could shoot a germ 'cause the chop got a microscope
Feeling blessed off a slide, I'ma swipe some pope
You would think my n*ggas at the strip, how they slide with poles
Writing dumps at the stu', I don't write lyrics
Send his soul up first class like he fly Spirit
I don't rock J's, all my Mike's 'Miri
Chops out the ass, set the play, you gon' die clearly
I was down, now I'm up, life a roller coaster
I be strapped at all times, got the pole in holster
Think my b*tch Ariel, got a ocean on her
Bro pouring in the Sprite, got a potion on him
Punched three jacks in the name of Lisa
Doing fraud on a Sunday in the name of Jesus
Threw the giffies in the air, now it's raining Visas
Powered up now with this punch, I done came Vegeta
Me and bro road running, we Lewis and Clark
No cap, I'll up MAG and shoot it like ARK
BAPE zipped up in first class, I flew as a shark
Got a telescope on the chop, don't get blew from afar
Off-White extraordinaire, all the drip in quotes
Six digits on fire, this BIN a GOAT
I'ma run that sh*t up till my shin is broke
f*ck a nine-to-five, boy, I just made ten in four
Boy, I'm plugged in like yo Xbox
No cap, I done made ten off of Best Buy
Black and white Balencis on, I'm a ref now
Only thing ever on my head was a dreadlock
Old b*tch still got a Pulse but she dead now
Too tapped in with this sh*t like we feds now
Made her tap out, got yo b*tch in a leglock
Feel like Jon Jones, got the game in a headlock
Stan will not tolerate no fake sh*t
I got seven n*ggas with me so that's eight blicks
Chilling at the top with my BAPE zip
Boy was mean-mugging over there and caught a facelift
Huh, and I'm probably riding in a spaceship
Chasing sack at all time, I done came blitz
On the Lodge in the Beam' when I lane switch
Keep that dog sh*t at all times but I ain't sh*t
Huh, sup, baby, don't get yo heart broke
And I'm sick of these hoes, don't get barfed on
Spinning 'Cats down the block, it's a car show
Fluke check went through, shout-out Wells Fargo
Got a MAG 'cause the fame, I'm a shooting star
Bro making pill runs, tryna juke the narcs
di*k sucking without pape', opps too bizarre
Rocking out with the baby Drac', think we shoot guitars
Huh, I'm in the mood for some crab legs
Skrrt-skrrt, black 'Cat like I'm Batman
Three weeks into quarantine, I done stacked ten
I done made way too much off my last BIN
I'ma run it up till I hit the grave
And my b*tch too bad like she misbehave
Same game plan, just a different phase
And we riding 'round in the whip with more clips than Faze
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