Kream Team - Batcave (Video Version) lyrics

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Kream Team - Batcave (Video Version) lyrics

[Verse 1: EvergreenOne] I'm at the telly gettin' f**ed up So many d** on the table. What's what? Talk sh**, you get lumped up Hollow slugs, anger bottled up, swallow nuts, b**h Labels place bids, they ain't getting' sh** Look I'm game seven, play to win I'm chuckin' molotovs at haters from a f**in' van, gettin' chopped Sellin' coke to cops, show don't stop, roll a f**in' blunt Syrup in that soda pop, dish in yellow rocks Chevy drop top, bad b**h, top notch Parkin' lot, pimpin' flippin' birds while we hot box I cut the locks off, walkin' up in that trap house Dunkin' up on these f*ggots like I'm Stackhouse Pussies play the background, all we do is lash out Slash tires, light fires, barbed wire tied around your f**in' wrist Parents never got married, I'm drinkin' bloody Mary's Givin' two sh**s about what you're wearin' you f**in' b**h Sagged jeans, ashed joints on a Fader magazine I'm backstage getting faded steady stackin' cheese Coldhearted kings, bling bling livin' on my neck Couple zero's on these checks, we the realest left Bricks on deck, runnin' with hungry villains I don't catch no feelings, bet I keep it trilla when I ride a beat Crack the 4-0, hit the strip in a lolo With your grandma in chokeholds, stuffin' G's in my Levi jeans Tone it down? f** that. Get it tatted on my face Keep a pistol on my waist, heavy chain on me Dirty money rollin' V.I.P., grew up bumpin' B.I.G Talk is cheap. What the f** you sayin', homie? [Verse 2: Ugly Frank] Body count a hunnid, Pierce County cutter, hit the block and smother Break the chicken, hit the strip, and shove a b**h, I got yo' number Numbers never falsified. Nothin', I Like the window of that double decker Benz end up it make your spine all nimble, concrete Three of my n***as huddle yo' lobby Hand to the lord, handle my bi'ness, hand on the shotty Spanish stitched in Supranos who pan a gram in designer Fleece him for all his paper and vanish up in a alley n***as murderous, toe taggin', pistol packin' Bang the clique. You widdit? Guzzle 40's, puffin' crystal dragons Dangerous as sh**, you livin' risky, act nervous when flashin' ‘Round this many n***as, crazy villains, ain't no swift a**a**ins Swear my n***as glushin', feet on recliner, miniature mansion Palestinian b**hes distribute cane to the Hamptons Faded wavin' a hammer, blew angel dust in my napkin Nuzzled up until that s*ut nasal pa**es. I swear to God These n***as front street. Rush up in out the pot Stick to the deal, homie or the f** is you braggin' ‘bout? Slack a Camino, calico heat travel through the house And you peeps spiral through and route with the sheet of yo' Caddy top Tell a ho, “Who want it? Who f**in' want it?” Y'all n***as hoes I got thirty moraless soldiers to turn your dome to a doughnut Take it up off yo' shoulders just over on to the corner light As long as I'm ridin' I keep it Golden Eye Ugly