Baseball Bat (feat. Tray Savage)

(T-T-Turbo)

Yeah, yeah
(T-T-Turbo on the beat) had to get the feeling right back, ayy
She just want to give up neck, ayy, ayy
Do it dumb in the air like that, ayy, ayy
That girl spilled my cup, I got mad (spilled my cup, spilled my cup)
In the air like a baseball bat (yeah) (swing it, straight!)

Bitch, my pockets been on fat (yeah)
You ain't never been in no 'lac (yeah)
Baby, I been getting guap (baby, I been getting guap)
Right when I'm sippin' that Act' (right when I'm sippin' that Act')
In the alley with two or three packs (two or three packs, two or three packs)
Riding 'round, three or four straps (riding 'round, three or four straps)
Baby, come and fuck me perhaps (baby, come and fuck me perhaps)
If you can't take it, start running laps (can't take it, start running laps)
We shooting baseball caps (we shooting baseball caps)
Ran off on the plug, ain't bring his eight-ball back

So damn high, I think I see God
Up with the squad, swing by the bars
The hearing is ours, I am the one
I feel like Chris Bosh, ducking the SWAT
Girl bye, I'm in the car
Call you Kanye, you wouldn't get far
Straight from the collage, connected hotspot
Middle fingers to cops, and to my opps

Off Xanny, I'm the man
And you look so fan
Seven in the 'wood, looking for a gram
Where were you? Play with me and my fam

Bitch, I'm with the pump, ayy
Try and call my bluff, ayy, ayy
I'm the motherfuckin' GOAT, ayy
Tell a nigga like hold my nuts, yeah
Fuck nigga locked up, ayy, ayy
So I got to live it up, ayy, ayy
Babydoll want to fuck, yeah
But I cannot get it up, up

I'm being this 'til I'm 70
So high, look high, Japanese
Smokin' up, loadin' up magazines
She like how it's real, I can't believe
Son say he want to come stay with me
He already know it's okay with me
Said, "She love me," told her, "Don't play with me"
Bitch, I been learned my ABCs

What you want?
Oh you want to smoke some dope?
LA, come and ride my boat
FN inside my coat
Don't try to play no game
(Puh) get the fuck out my face
Bitch I'm in a game, EA
Know his mama love me, baby

Hop out the car, bling-blaow
I'm already cute, bitch how?
Oh you see me VV'd down
Go to court, wanna see me now, ayy, ayy
Two 30s aimed at the crowd
(Fuh-fuh-fuh) watch your mouth
Really amped up like a cloud, ayy

Deep in the trenches, I ain't even think I was gonna make it this far, ayy
Track on seven of seven, no lights but I'm racin' this car, ayy
Shots fired, we gotta chase him down before he run too far, ayy
Lost moms and I turned around and I lost my pops
Grab the MAC, gotta make this bitch go glah-ta-ta
If you down, then gotta motivate you, go hard
All this money comin' in today ain't shit, I have to worry 'bout tomorrow
If you out in the streets with your team, don't be dumb, just be a lil' smart

Still gotta watch my back
Know I be in Chiraq
Your dead be feedin' my jet
Young nigga, it's like that

Me and Tealy, SD
FN with the thirty
Junkie might come serve me
Big boss like Fredo
Up a chopper, go Tadoe
Spillin' sauce like queso
Mortal Kombat, fatal

Bitch, get out my face though
She like, "Damn, it's an eight in the cup though"
And this beat too tough though
Click-clack, do you need a drumroll?

Yeah, yeah
Had to get the feeling right back, ayy
She just want to give up neck, ayy, ayy
Do it dumb in the air like that, ayy, ayy
That girl spilled my cup, I got mad (spilled my cup, spilled my cup)
In the air like a baseball bat (yeah) (swing it, straight!)

Bitch, my pockets been on fat (yeah)
You ain't never been in no 'lac (yeah)
Baby, I been getting guap (baby, I been getting guap)
Right when I'm sippin' that Act' (right when I'm sippin' that Act')
In the alley with two or three packs (two or three packs, two or three packs)
Riding 'round, three or four straps (riding 'round, three or four straps)
Baby, come and fuck me perhaps (baby, come and fuck me perhaps)
If you can't take it, start running laps (can't take it, start running laps)
We shooting baseball caps (we shooting baseball caps)
Ran off on the plug, ain't bring his eight-ball back

Yeah, ooh, too swagger for two shoes
Empty the corner flu, bossed up like I flew
In your Trues, bitch, I'm with my crews, ayy
Draco got a woo, play a bih like it's acoustic
Watchin' out for the feds, crackin' out shit like cans, ayy
Tryna hit me with a scam, leaving on your mask, ayy
Oh you do it for the 'gram? Cut your ass all in that cam, ayy
Shawty say she wanna slide, it's 11 a.m.