Lyrics Batter Mixer - Young Rai

(Chef Young Rai)
(Chef everyday still got batter to mix)
(Batter)
(I be so high I'm as high as it gets)
(Going up a ladder)
I'm firing these shots, don't get caught in the mix
Chef everyday still got batter to mix
Put tape on my wrists cuz I move with a whisk
Bitch nigga, who you think you is
You move like a feds, you a federal
Off of these meds I'ma animal
You cannot be like me, killing identicals
Don't step in my mix if you're flammable
Nigga don't cross my hairs
I got the key like I'm picking up mail
Had some demons in the past and I didn't kill them
I swear to god I'd be in jail
Only time that I be begging' for mercy
When I pray to god I know she heard me kneel
(She heard me kneel)
Don't like these killings, don't test if I will
(You know that I will)
You know that I will
If my life's on the line then you know he gon spill
There's no resurrecting
I'm not Ralph but I be wrecking
I reckon, that you don't get caught in the mix
You better step up or step back, nigga I do not miss

Bitch nigga, who you think you is?
You move like the feds, you a federal
Off of these meds I'ma animal
You cannot be like me, killing identicals
Chef everyday, still got batter to mix
(Batter)
I be so high, I'm as high as it gets
(Goin up a ladder)

I'm going high up to where
I would tear my meniscus if I were to fall
Can't slip on ice, it's the wintertime
I feel like Wintertime, feel like I been thru it all
That don't mean nothing, I'm still on my pivot
You know I stay ready, I'm ready for war
Hop the fence go through the yard
Get in the chopper
I'm the captain, tell the troops we gon chop 'em
9 on my back like Ibaka we block em
Don't need 3 more 'cuz that's 12, nigga fuck 'em
Fuck an opp, fuck a sheriff
Here to do damage and get all my merits
I'm high up and talk to these birds, I'm a parrot
That boy my son nigga ain't that apparent
Sippin' this Smirnoff to sizzle my kidney
My life getting deep it's something nitty gritty
I've seen demons round and there might be some in me
I stay smoking gas my lungs look like a chimney
I'm only rocking with brothers, stay with me
This circle cant break, no, this is not a semi
I made that boy flop on the concrete like Andy
Candy-colored shades in my eyes, I can't see
Still got the batter (Still got the batter)
Chef everyday still got batter to mix
Put tape on my wrists on my wrists cuz I move with a whisk
Bitch nigga, who you think you is
You move like the feds, you a federal
Off of these meds I'ma animal
You cannot be like me, killing identicals
Don't step in my mix if you're flammable
(Chef Young Rai)