Lyrics BATCH! (feat. Jereh) - JT. & Will Irwin

Gotta go get it
I gotta get in it
Continue to hate me
Continue to win it
I like when you doubt it
Don't think that I'm bout it
But then when I'm winning how you allow it?
Blindside hit never saw me coming
And I hop in the stu' and I know that I run it
Best of the best is what I'm becoming
Saying that you did it when I already done it
Window shopping when I'm copping I don't look at price tags
Get me on the 'gram I want the followers like Christ has
Wine was made from water turning water into ice bags
I'll get it any way I want the cash that Mr. White has

Batch!
Batch!
Batch!
Batch!

It's your brain on drugs does this shit sound dope
Do it make you feel woke
Got a grip on the beat when I hold no choke
Ain't a nicotine addict but I'm looking for the smoke

Don't care about her only thing I care about is dough
He talking crazy, but he do not want the smoke
He talking down and we pull up with polls
Hold on chill out I had to get out
I got my fam and I got my friends
And they tryna get out
Don't know what this about
Thoughts getting too loud
So I put them all in my basket
Hold up we call that a batch
They asking me "are you okay?"
Boy I do not wanna chat
Lately I been on my doley
I been running up the racks
They think I be playing football
The way that I give them a sack
Pause on that, ay
I'm finna run it right back

Got it I know that I got it
Why you been talking about it
Get the fuck off of my dick
If you never rock with my shit
How you gonna count out the kid
How you put dirt on my name
How you gonna put out his flame
I'll burn this fucking town

Down to the ground and I gotta go get it I rip it a million miles a minute
These bitches they talking I read all the comments
You cannot be thinking that you have been in it
And I put myself in the whip and I'm sipping the vodka
So I've become friends with the spirits
I only been needing a breath to get through every line I'ma keep going this isn't my limit
I keep it all going I told every hater you better not be trying to doubt up on me again
Tryna kill me these words are like bullets I got beam right at your head
Leaving you out on the pavement I'm leaving you bitches on read
Tryna compare it to me is ridiculous because honestly bitch you're better off dead
Batch!