Baseball Bat

[Intro]
(T-T-Turbo)

[Chorus| Chief Keef]
Had to get the feeling right back, hey
She just wanna 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, yeah)
You ain't never been in no 'Lac (Yeah, yeah)
Baby, I been getting guap
Back when I was 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 your 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 Xan', I'm the man
And you not, you's a fan
Seven in the 'Wood, couldn't afford a gram
Where were you? Play with me and my fam
Get shot with the pump, ayy
Tryna call my bluff
I'm the motherfuckin GOAT, ayy
Tell a nigga let go of my nuts, yeah
Foenem locked up
So I got to live it up
Baby girl wanna fuck, yeah
But I cannot get it up, up
I'ma be in this 'til I'm seventy
So high, look half-Japanese
Smoking up, loadin' up magazines
She like, "How it's real? I can't believe"
Son say he wanna 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 wanna smoke some dope?
Aaliyah, come and rock my boat
FN inside my coat
Don't try to play no games
Bah, 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?
They hold the curtain, wanna see me now, ayy
Two thirties aimed at the crowd
Fah-fah-fah, watch your mouth
Ring your bell like a cow

[Verse 2| Tray Savage]
Ayy, deep in the trenches, I ain't even think I was gon' make it this far, ayy
Trackhawk 707, no license, 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 grrah-ta-ta
If you down bad, gotta motivate you, go hard
All this money comin' in today, ain't tryna 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
You got beef, hit my jack
Yeah, nigga, it's like that
Me and Tealy, SD
FN with the thirty
Junkie like, "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?

[Chorus| Chief Keef]
Had to get the feeling right back, hey
She just wanna 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, yeah)
You ain't never been in no 'Lac (Yeah, yeah)
Baby, I been getting guap
Back when I was 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 your 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 the wood, play a bitch like it's a custy
Watchin' out for the feds, crackin' on 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 a.m.