Batmobile (Ghetts Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro] ADP on beats, boy [Chorus: Youngen] From a youngin, I ain't had no chill From the Hill like Jack and Jill I ain't cool 'til stack a mill Six figures on a Batmobile Bro raps, but he has no chill He really doin' track and field I told him we tryna stack them mills Two man up in a Batmobile [Verse 1: Youngen] From Southside like Lloyd and Ashanti They want war, me I send for my army My cartel's too barmy Rock the Dior so calmly Tell shorty, "Welcome to the party" Live my best life, shout out Hardy I got matchin' whips with Charlie Shoutout Sloth, the mandem's cut from a different cloth Every weekend I'm in a different watch Your block's always got a different boss Tryna be calm, they know I'll mash him Pull up in a tinted wagon He's just cappin', the bros will catch him I'll bе at home on pot, boolaggin' I'm way too old to be doin' up road I make bands off shows Mе and the bros in the Bahia Cove I even gotta have the toast Man can't chat to me about hoes We all know about loads Cartier bangles, I got them in gold I might get them all froze [Chorus: Youngen] From a youngin, I ain't had no chill From the Hill like Jack and Jill I ain't cool 'til stack a mill Six figures on a Batmobile Bro raps, but he has no chill He really doin' track and field I told him we tryna stack them mills Two man up in a Batmobile [Verse 2: Ghetts] I'm from where the kids don't look up to you unless you pull up in— Whoo, old school lottery, it could be you Fast car, came from a local robbery good as new All y'all bars sound like a list of things you wouldn't do Look at the year that I've just had, man, can not pretend Stop at the park, smite his wig, do damage again Hi, I come right out the blue like a family friend I said, "Babes, don't hold back talk, say it with Pamela chest" Flats, no heels, Catwomen in Batmobiles Pussy purr, no Brazilian wax, no deal Brr, you givin' a man cold chills How you talkin' what do I bring to the table? You live in the bando still [Chorus: Youngen] From a youngin, I ain't had no chill From the Hill like Jack and Jill I ain't cool 'til stack a mill Six figures on a Batmobile Bro raps, but he has no chill He really doin' track and field I told him we tryna stack them mills Two man up in a Batmobile