Lil Wop - Bat lyrics

(Shoutout Eem, Shoutout my nigga Eem, too)

Pull up in that Benz truck
I drive it like a Vette
I just pushed the gas one time
This bitch take off like a jet
Pop a wheel in this bitch
This bitch sound like a T-Rex
All these racks up in my joggers
I ain't even break a sweat
I'm too solid, a real nigga in my flesh
It's exotic in my backwood and 50 in my TAC
Feel like a dope boy in these Air Forces
These bitches look like crack
And my hand hurtin'
Why? I've been thumbin' through that sack
Donuts in that coupe
I drive this bitch 'til it's off track
I can bust another jugg
Finna fuck it off at Saks
Money, it can't fold, got a rubber band
Thesе racks breakin' all these woods down
I feel likе a lumberjack

Car sound like a thunder cat

Pray to God, said she ain't well
Flyer than a bat chase a set, I'm in a bag
In a coupe, you in a cat
And the bitch want me to laugh
And the bitch is such a child
I be on my rockstar shit
I'm jumpin' in the crowd
I'm gon' chase my dreams and that
Shit make my momma proud
I get paid off verses now
Where's my money? Need it now
Stay ten toes to hold it down
Bitch, I'm a king, I need a crown

Pull up in that Benz truck
I drive it like a Vette
I just pushed the gas one time
This bitch take off like a jet
Pop a wheel in this bitch
This bitch sound like a T-Rex
All these racks up in my joggers
I ain't even break a sweat
I'm too solid, a real nigga in my flesh
It's exotic in my backwood and 50 in my TAC
Feel like a dope boy in these Air Forces
These bitches look like crack
And my hand hurtin'
Why? I've been thumbin' through that sack
Donuts in that coupe
I drive this bitch 'til it's off track
(Shoutout my nigga Eem)
I can bust another jugg
Finna fuck it off at Saks
Money, it can't fold, got a rubber band
These racks breakin' all these woods down
I feel like a lumberjack