Baseball Bat

[Chorus: Chief Keef] Had to get the feeling right back, yeah She want to give up neck, ayy Do it dumb in the air like that, ayy, ayy That girl spilled my cup, I got mad, yeah In the air like a baseball bat (Yeah yeah) Bitch my pockets been on fat (Yeah) You ain't never been in no 'Lac (Yeah) Baby I been getting guap Right when I'm sippin' that Act In the alley with two or three packs Riding 'round, three or four straps Baby come and fuck me perhaps If you can't take it, start running laps We shooting baseball caps Ran off on the plug, ain't bring his eight-ball back [Verse 1: Chief Keef] 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, oh Off xanny, I'm the man And you look so fan Seven in the 'Wood, couldn't afford a gram Where were you? Play with me and my fam Bitch I'm with the pup, ayy Tryna call my bluff I'm the motherfuckin GOAT, ayy Tell a nigga let go of my nuts, yeah Foe'nem locked up So I got to live it up Baby doll want to fuck, yeah But I cannot get it up, up I'ma be in this 'til I'm 70 So high, look half-Japanese Smoking 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 ABC's 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 games Get the fuck out my face Bitch I'm in the 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 Throw the curve but wanna see me now Two thirties aimed at the crowd Watch your mouth Ring your bell like a cow [Verse 2: Tray Savage] Deep in the trenches, I ain't even think I was gonna make it this far Track on seven of seven, no lights but I'm racin' this car 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 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 dad be feedin' my jack 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 But we combat, 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? [Chorus: Chief Keef] Had to get the feeling right back, yeah She want to give up neck, ayy Do it dumb in the air like that, ayy, ayy That girl spilled my cup, I got mad, yeah In the air like a baseball bat (Yeah yeah) Bitch my pockets been on fat (Yeah) You ain't never been in no 'Lac (Yeah) Baby I been getting guap Right when I'm sippin' that Act In the alley with two or three packs Riding 'round, three or four straps Baby come and fuck me perhaps If you can't take it, start running laps We shooting baseball caps Ran off on the plug, ain't bring his eight-ball back [Outro: Chief Keef] 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 Every draco got a woo, play a bitch like it's a coup Watchin' out for the feds, crackin' out shit like cans Ain't tryna help me with a scam, nigga I ain't know your mans, hey Oh you do it for the 'Gram? Catch your ass all in that cam, ayy Shawty say she wanna come slide, it's 11 AM