Remix, baby
I told her that I'm celibate, ain't f-king by the week (I lied)
Sike, bi-h, I lied, you can ride me to this beat (to this beat)
I hit her in the Benz, we f-king all in the street
Bi-h, I can't be yo' Batman, all-all red on, I'm slatt, man
Do numbers like a stat man
Can't trust shit like a black van
Had some bumps in the road, I turned it to a flat land
Yo' bi-h lit, all my bi-hes litter like a cat man
And my lil' mama my Robin
She f-ked yo guy and she robbed him
And all these dollars got commas
That come with commas behind them
And all my slimers be slimin'
We wipe his nostrils, he snotty
I swear that shotty like sinus and that Bugatti like Sonic
The-the-the hedgehog, how I speed off
Drop the top and take the head off
Pick a bi-ch up, drop some bread off
Get my d-k s-ked, take the edge off
Kill that pu-y, knock it dead off
Then I fled off, clean your bed off
She gave me a b-w job, I love that job, I can get laid off
Had to get my sh-t straight before I dropped it (glock-glock)
Got a di-k, sell pu-y, I wore a condom
I said "Baby, I can't be your Batman"
That's what I told her
Then I paint her face white
Just like the joker, Tunechi
No, I can't be yo Batman, 'cause I be robbin' ('cause I be robbin', remix baby)
I don't want no lap dance, bitch give me noggin' (Mula baby, bi-h, give me noggin')
Why you laughing and playing? Ho, get from 'round me (get from 'round me)
You know I am the man, Mr. Miyagi (Mr. Mi- what?)
Yeah, I got h-es from Japan, they call me "Papi" (they call me)
I beat that p-sy so good and leave it throbbing (and leave it, uh)
'Cause I be slanging this w-d, they wanna chop it
No, I can't cuff on lil' shawty, don't do no coppin'
You'll think it's eight-o-eight, the way this beat knocking
Florida boy sh-t when they hear it, they go to boppin' (ayy)
She a lunch lady 'cause the joe she give is sloppy
Stuffing d-k all in her ribs and she keep begging me to stop it
They waiting for my mixtape, they telling me to drop it
But I gotta get my sh-t straight before I drop it
I be cuttin' up, might pull the plug right out the socket
Cut 'em like some paper with these scissors, then I rock it (then I rock it)
Now I got the key to the city so I'mma lock it (I'mma lock it)
You stressed out, you just worry 'bout how I got it (how I got it)
I keep hunnids and fifties all in my profit (all in my profit)
My life a movie and it's just sad, you gotta watch it (gotta watch it)
Reach inside my pants and pull these bands out my pocket
I'mma make a mess in the city, they gotta mop it
Automatic stick come with t-ties, ain't gotta cock it
Glock gotta d-k, see a p-sy, I'mma pop it (ayo)
No, I can't be yo Batman, 'cause I be robbin' ('cause I be robbin')
I'on want no lap dance, bi-h, give me noggin'
Why you laughing and playing? Ho, get from 'round me (get from 'round me)
You know I am the man, Mr. Miyagi (Mr. Mi- what?)
Yeah, I got h-es from Japan, they call me "Papi"
I beat that p-sy so good and leave it throbbing
'Cause I be slanging this wood, they wanna chop it
No, I can't cuff on lil' shawty, don't do no coppin'
Go lil' vroom, hop out, pop it (pop it)
In a coupe with some tropic (tropic)
Give me room, I get nauseous
I sip Wocky, you won't catch me coughing (hold up)
Watch out how you talking
Yo' life cost a pair of forces
We'll go shoot yo stylist in the head
For letting you think you saucy
You defeating the purpose
Why you got it if you ain't gone shoot the stick? (Huh?)
I don't like nobody, f-k you, him, and who else you with
When you got the recipe, yo product keep you in the mix
She gone have the nerve to say she don't like me
She just like the d-k
Viking I got open, hoe was slurping, I was smoking (uh)
Bread on top yo' head, boy
They can't wait to catch you loafing
Deuce some purple potion in this cup moving slow motion
Throwing rocks and hidin' your hand
You don't want smoke, then don't provoke me, don't do that
No, I can't be yo' Batman, 'cause I be robbin' (I be robbin')
I'on want no lap dance, bi-h, give me noggin' (give me noggin')
Why you laughing and playing? Ho, get from 'round me (get from 'round me)
You know I am the man, Mr. Miyagi (Mr. Mi- yuh)
Yeah, I got h-es from Japan, they call me "Papi" (they call me)
I beat that p-sy so good and leave it throbbing (and leave it, uh)
'Cause I be slanging this w-d, they wanna chop it
No, I can't cuff on lil' shawty don't do no coppin (uh-uh, uh-uh)