Batcave (Video Version)

[Verse 1: EvergreenOne] I’m at the telly gettin’ fucked up So many drugs on the table. What's what? Talk shit, you get lumped up Hollow slugs, anger bottled up, swallow nuts, bitch Labels place bids, they ain’t getting’ shit Look I’m game seven, play to win I’m chuckin’ molotovs at haters from a fuckin’ van, gettin’ chopped Sellin’ coke to cops, show don’t stop, roll a fuckin’ blunt Syrup in that soda pop, dish in yellow rocks Chevy drop top, bad bitch, 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 faggots like I’m Stackhouse Pussies play the background, all we do is lash out Slash tires, light fires, barbed wire tied around your fuckin’ wrist Parents never got married, I’m drinkin’ bloody Mary’s Givin’ two shits about what you’re wearin’ you fuckin’ bitch 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? Fuck 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 fuck 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 bitch, 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 niggas 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 Niggas murderous, toe taggin’, pistol packin’ Bang the clique. You widdit? Guzzle 40’s, puffin’ crystal dragons Dangerous as shit, you livin’ risky, act nervous when flashin’ ‘Round this many niggas, crazy villains, ain’t no swift assassins Swear my niggas glushin', feet on recliner, miniature mansion Palestinian bitches distribute cane to the Hamptons Faded wavin’ a hammer, blew angel dust in my napkin Nuzzled up until that slut nasal passes. I swear to God These niggas front street. Rush up in out the pot Stick to the deal, homie or the fuck 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 fuckin’ want it?” Y’all niggas 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