Solo - Batarang Lyrics

All the fake bitches comin back
Like I thought they would
This really just how it go I guess you gotta understand it
Hold on, let me talk my shit real quick, I never have before

All the fake bitches come back like a batarang
Y'all couldn't see me it must be cataracts
Keep on hatin yo girl wanna come and hang
Forty-five times and she ask me to let her hang

Forty-five minutes throw her back like a batarang
I'm the same kid, fam know that I'll never change
402 North, O I want better days
Give mama bread, I'll keep my lil' extra change

Keep My lil' stance, I stand on the same shit
Extra lil duffle keep holdin my main zips
300 pounds only get me lil faded
She think she hated she must be a actress

I'm tryna go worldwide
Tryna go 305
I put it on life my brothers is realest
They keep it cool and they'd slide like the penguin

Go to the beach, blonde bitches in Venice
I got the vision I need me a pendant
You talkin crazy, you won't play a scrimmage
Just like the Pharisee, all for the image

Follow along, claim she so independent
I need me a buzz, I need me a friend
With days in the basement, so damn fire
It Felt like a youngin was trapped by some wires

Now I keep pushin', keep rollin' like tires
I keep it movin' dont really get tired hold on (lemme roll my wood)
Rollin' my wood, this is bitch forged in Fire

Yeah, that flame