Batter Up

Turn them mics up, fool

Two hundred

Aye, go on

These **** really mad I'm in my bag, dog

Oh, east side, look

Look

Hey, no offense but you can't sit with us

Unless you been on reckless missions

Out that tinted truck

Like sixty-ten and hoes we fuck

Bitch all the drip in her

I'm what they recommending

Bitch, I'm fuckin up the city

And lately I been second guessing shit

I'm too uncertain

Devil really working, my opposition's lurking

Fuck 'em, I ain't worried

He told me he gon' merk me

What's wrong with your merkin'

I be in my city surfin'

It's murder on my mind, gang slidin'

Through these trenches, driftin'

Fuck a peace treaty, I'm politickin' chippin'

These bumper ass **** pay attention, listen

Boy, I'm really outside, official

I swear to God I'm tired of you ****

I done had enough

I been cracking, boy, you just turning your savage up

I fucked your bitch and she was somethin'

That I had to fuck

Whole squad play ball, ****, batter up, batter up

If you paid for the fame, you can't bang with my gang

I heard they pressed you out your chains and your name

I knock him down, he thought he came for the fame

With the game, if I came in a dangerous way, ****

I see you **** actin' strange with me

I ain't trippin', I be tippin' with that thing with me

Say he gang but he ain't really

'Cause he ain't with me

I got gang with me

Oh, I got gang with me

I got gang with me

Oh, I got gang with me

I got gang with me

Look and you can best believe they troopin'

If they came with me

I got Goonie with the Ruger, I got Slain with me

Fuckin' up your whole squad full of suckers

I'ma pluck 'em, sittin' duck 'em

They gon' think I had the K with me

No, I don't do no recruiting, you can't hang with me

Gotta squabble, **** losses, I can't name any

We was in that four-door, I think the Volvo

It's time I expose **** lyin'

'Cause I'm so sick and tired of these ****

I done had enough

I been cracking boy, you just gettin' your savage up

I fucked your bitch and she was somethin'

That I had to fuck

Whole squad play ball, **** batter up, batter up

I hang with the demons, play for the keeps

Gang language, I speak to my real crip streeters

I bleed it

He ain't talkin' facts, don't believe him

Ask him a mack, if it's facts when I'm speakin'

I see you **** actin' strange with me

I ain't trippin', I be tippin' with that thing with me

Say he gang but he ain't really

'Cause he ain't with me

I got gang with me

Oh, I got gang with me

I got gang with me

Oh, I got gang with me

I got gang with me