BATMAN

[Intro]
Rex, Rex
I’m good, I’m good
Yeah, yeah, I got it

[Chorus]
In that mode, I can’t switch on my twin, that’s the code
Okay brother, flavor that shit for the low
He got toe-tagged, pass me that toe
Tryna band for band me, but you broke
Try to up the ante, but you choke
See I’m acting anti, yeah, that’s the code
I'm in Dallas with that bitch, I’m with her and her palace (Yeah)
All groupies bitches all lickin’ their panties (Yeah)
All my brothers was sleepin’ on pallets
Been smokin’, bitch, feelin’ like an addict
When they search for that shit in the attic
Really shootin’ from deep, March Madness, huh

[Verse]
I ain’t heard a word that Simon says
I Just need a Perc’, alive again (Alive again)
Get a nigga murdered for my twin, get a nigga murdered for my friends (Friends)
Poppin’ shit, put Birkin on my bitch, most these rappin’ niggas are my kids (All my kids)
All the shit, I dirtied up the Rick’s
Bottle whip, the fuckers placing bids
Black truck like Batman on the tint, Batman, got masked man in your crib (Yeah)
That shit cap, don’t care how you live, my nigga uppin’ straps if shit get real
Tryna chase a bag, I need me a mill’, bitch, I’m tryna hire twenty, need it for real
Stay low, we like low beams on the drill
It’s time to go, time to go, I'm takin’ a pill, bitch
Haha-ayy, run it back, ayy, run it back
Run it back, yeah, I got it

[Chorus]
In that mode, I can’t switch on my twin, that’s the code
Okay brother, flavor that shit for the low (The low)
He got toe-tagged, pass me that toe (Ooh)
Tryna band for band me, but you broke
Try to up the ante, but you choke
See I’m acting anti, yeah, that’s the code
I'm in Dallas with that bitch, I’m with her and her palace (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
All groupie bitches all lickin’ their panties (Yeah)
All my brothers was sleepin’ on pallets
Been smokin’, bitch, feelin’ like addict
When they search for that shit in the attic
Really Shootin’ from deep, March Madness
March Madness, ooh, March Madness

[Outro]
I ain’t heard a word that Simon says
I Just need a Perc’, alive again
Get a nigga murdered for my twin, get a nigga murdered for my friends (Friends)
Poppin’ shit, put Birkin on my bitch, most these rappin’ niggas are my kids (Are my kids)
Momma shit, I dirtied up the Rick’s (Huh)
Bottle whip, the fuckers placing bids
Black truck like Batman on the tint, Batman, got masked man in your crib
That shit cap, don’t care how you live, my nigga uppin’ straps if shit get real
Tryna chase a bag, I need me a mill’, bitch, I’m tryna hire twenty, need it for real
Stay low, we like low beams on the drill
It’s time to go, time to go, I'm takin’ a pill, bitch