Lyrics Batmobile - Yungen, Ghetts

Batmobile

From young I ain’t had no chill
From the Hill like Jack and Jill
I ain’t cool till I 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
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 be at home on pot, boolaggin'
I’m way to old to be doin' up road
I make bands off shows
Me 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
From young I ain’t had no chill
From the Hill like Jack and Jill
I ain’t cool till I 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
Me and Daye’s mum’s got matchin' whips
But that’s the whip that I drive on Monday
Tuesday S-Class, Wednesday GLE
GT 4-door church on Sunday
Feds said bro was a suspect
When they seen him wrong way on the one-way
Before we done Maybach, bro was on gunplay
Real and emotional when they hear Young spray
Sure
Herne Hill legend, I said that already
Girls wanna claim me now I’m on telly
But I didn’t touch that girl, she a jezzie
Roll with a shh like Headie
Fill it with shells, oh so petty
My girl got body like Keisha and Becky
It wobble like jelly
I’m way too old to beef on the net
I got Ps to protect
I told Hambler I need a pool in the yard
Before I freeze up the neck
CEO, I got employees and I treat them correct
From the board-room down to the bando
I got Gs on the set
From young I ain’t had no chill
From the Hill like Jack and Jill
I ain’t cool till I 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