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Intro Video (MV)




Performed By: Batchi
Language: English
Length: 1:52
Written by: Mia Espinosa, Paul Espinosa




Batchi - Intro Lyrics
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I said it's motherf*ckin Batchi nigga
Splashteam Shit
Look
I'm just a real ass hitta from the south nigga
Countin' all this money I'm smoking dope by the ounce nigga
Know if I ain't I got it I'm running up in yo house nigga
Strapped up with the tooly
I put the glock in your mouth
I give a f*ck about a hater
I'm ridin' around with the glizzy
The pussy niggas gonna hate me
The real niggas gonna feel me
I'm smoking all this cookies
And sippin' lean until I'm dizzy
Know that I f*cked on your bish
All I did was take her to chilli's
My niggas be poppin' wheelies and ridin' around with the semi's
Extensions and automatics
Blow big gas just like a hemi
You pussy cannot offend me
You average rappers ain't ready
You niggas ain't nothing like me
I'm OG, you niggas reggies
This doddie all on me heavy
These bitches all on me heavy
I'm turning these bitches out and I'm flipping hoes at the telly
I'm killing these rapper niggas
That's why they so filled with envy
Plus, I'm pipping they bitches it's nothing that you can tell me
The realest since Makaveli
These rappers sweeter than jelly
I'm bussin these niggas ass
Bet a hundred they eat a denny's
I'm eating filet mignon and I'm sippin on all this henny
The realest that ever did it and it's nothing you can tell me
The realest that ever did it and it's nothing you can tell me
The realest that ever did it and it's nothing you can tell me
Tell em like this
Watch a young street nigga get rich
All I ever wanted was a motherf*ckin brick
I was fifteen when I caught my first zip
Before a nigga learned to rap
Nigga I was hitting licks
Real street nigga from the south
Tryna turn a couple grams to a motherf*ckin ounce
Tryna turn a f*ckin ounce to a motherf*ckin brick
And that motheruf*ckin brick to a motherf*ckin house
Yea
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I said it's motherf*ckin Batchi nigga
Splashteam Shit
Look
I'm just a real ass hitta from the south nigga
Countin' all this money I'm smoking dope by the ounce nigga
Know if I ain't I got it I'm running up in yo house nigga
Strapped up with the tooly
I put the glock in your mouth
I give a f*ck about a hater
I'm ridin' around with the glizzy
The pussy niggas gonna hate me
The real niggas gonna feel me
I'm smoking all this cookies
And sippin' lean until I'm dizzy
Know that I f*cked on your bish
All I did was take her to chilli's
My niggas be poppin' wheelies and ridin' around with the semi's
Extensions and automatics
Blow big gas just like a hemi
You pussy cannot offend me
You average rappers ain't ready
You niggas ain't nothing like me
I'm OG, you niggas reggies
This doddie all on me heavy
These bitches all on me heavy
I'm turning these bitches out and I'm flipping hoes at the telly
I'm killing these rapper niggas
That's why they so filled with envy
Plus, I'm pipping they bitches it's nothing that you can tell me
The realest since Makaveli
These rappers sweeter than jelly
I'm bussin these niggas ass
Bet a hundred they eat a denny's
I'm eating filet mignon and I'm sippin on all this henny
The realest that ever did it and it's nothing you can tell me
The realest that ever did it and it's nothing you can tell me
The realest that ever did it and it's nothing you can tell me
Tell em like this
Watch a young street nigga get rich
All I ever wanted was a motherf*ckin brick
I was fifteen when I caught my first zip
Before a nigga learned to rap
Nigga I was hitting licks
Real street nigga from the south
Tryna turn a couple grams to a motherf*ckin ounce
Tryna turn a f*ckin ounce to a motherf*ckin brick
And that motheruf*ckin brick to a motherf*ckin house
Yea
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Writer: Mia Espinosa, Paul Espinosa
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