Baseball Bat - Chief Keef, Tray Savage

Maybe you feel a way baby, 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

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

7 in the woods, looking for 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 like hold my nuts, yeah

Fuck nigga locked up

So I got to live it up

Baby doll want to fuck, yeah

But I cannot get it up, up

I’m doing this 'til I’m 70

So high, look high 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

Really amped up like a cloud

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?

Maybe you feel a way baby, 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

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?

Cut your ass all in that cam, ayy

Shawty say she wanna come slide, it’s 11 AM