Текст песни Bats Fly (feat. Rory Fresco) - Kid Ink

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Oh lawd, Jetson made another one
Guys, okay, this came out amazing
Woo, soon as I step in this bitch
Let them racks fly
Walk up in your shit with my whole clique, we let them bats fly
Smoke, peas like black eye
Run up on me, get black eyed
I'ma let the bats fly
Killin' shit just like the bad guy
Woo, soon as I step in this bitch
Let them racks fly
Walk up in your shit with my whole clique, we let them bats fly
Smoke, peas like black eye
Run up on me, get black eyed
I'ma let the bats fly
Killin' shit just like the bad guy
Woah, bitch, call me if it's this
Just don't call me Kid (no)
I do shit too big (ayy)
TAC, no mid, all you smoke is mid
Take my hat, this 'bout a fee
They don't sell this shit at lease, either
Chips in my pocket, no chip in my shoulder
Still the same niggas from back in the notes (ayy)
Sleepin' on me, you must be in the coma
Told all my niggas the game and it's over (over)
Police keep pullin' over, they checking the back of the trunk
All they see is a motor
Heard I was killing these niggas
Bad guy, I don't need a motiv (no)
Don't need a win or desist
Know that it's summer but I got a winter wrist (wrist)
Close up in e-intimate
We only see you when you on the internet
Shit could get ignorant
God, please, forgive me, I see it again (God)
Came from the ceiling, feelin' so limitless
Off of that pill again
Ayy, (ayy) up all night like insomniacs (woo)
Ayy, (ayy) mix the water with the party packs (yeah)
Ayy, I'm the truth, check your polygraph
If they say I did it, then it's probably facts
Woo, soon as I step in this bitch
Let them racks fly
Walk up in your shit with my whole clique, we let them bats fly
Smoke, peas like black eye
Run up on me, get black eyed
I'ma let the bats fly
Killin' shit just like the bad guy
Woo, soon as I step in this bitch
Let them racks fly
Walk up in your shit with my whole clique, we let them bats fly
Smoke, peas like black eye
Run up on me, get black eyed
I'ma let the bats fly
Killin' shit just like the bad guy
Middle finger to the other side
If it's money, I can't let you slide
Bitch, slipper wet (oh)
I ain't hit nothin' but net (no)
Foot on they neck (wait)
Niggas ain't even a threat
Back on the track and I'm running this shit
Milli', I need a hundred this year
You scared of the money, I show 'em no fear
Show up, you know it's a family affair
See, I got all of my niggas here
I'm number one but I'm with a ten
But she know I ain't no minute man (no)
I get shit off and I'm in it again
Nigga, your time is up (up)
Had a lil' fun, but we see your kind enough (ayy)
You be online too much, lyin' too much (wait)
Only in god we trust
Bat gang, bat gang, bat gang
We all rock the same chain
Throwin' paper, airplanes
Baby, I can't complain
Woo, soon as I step in this bitch
Let them racks fly
Walk up in your shit with my whole clique, we let them bats fly
Smoke, peas like black eye
Run up on me, get black eyed
I'ma let the bats fly
Killin' shit just like the bad guy
Woo, soon as I step in this bitch
Let them racks fly
Walk up in your shit with my whole clique, we let them bats fly
Smoke, peas like black eye
Run up on me, get black eyed
I'ma let the bats fly
Killin' shit just like the bad guy