Bruce Wayne

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

[Verse 1]
Bulletproof, that ain't gon' save you, nigga, 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 dick, then get the hell off, sayin' I fell off, is you fuckin' stupid? (Bitch lyin')
Bitch, I made a hunnid-fifty thousand off this fuckin' music (Cash)
This year, ain't no other nigga from my city come like this here (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, tell yo' shawty (Ayy), fuck up off my line, lil' bro, that bitch weird (Fuck her)
I'm waitin' on this check, fuck out my face until that bitch cleared (Ayy)
That ho odd as fuck, 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 fuck with niggas (Ayy), they be too lame (They be too—)
Shit 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 bitch gon' blow a nigga like Hussein (Ayy, ayy)
I hear that bitch a bop
Lil' 'Yac come through, niggas starin', yeah, they be nervous (Them niggas 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' shit up like a surgeon (Grrah, cut yo' shit up, nigga)
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' (Nigga)
That money on my mind like 25/8, I'm always touchin' (Yeah)
Give a fuck 'bout what these niggas say, it's always nothing
Don't trust that dirty bitch because these bitches always fucking (Bitches always fuck)
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, nigga)
Ride around like JAY-Z 'cause this .44 that I'm tucking (Bah-bah)
Had yo' bitch-ass on a t-shirt for some promo, nigga fuck it (Fuck it, bitch-ass)

[Chorus]
I pull up in all black (Nigga, 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 fuck with niggas (Fuck with niggas), they be too lame (Lame as fuck)
Shit that I done been through in this life that made me insane (Yeah)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah