Batmobile - Yungen, Ghetts

From young I ain’t had no chill

From the Hill like Jack and Jill

I ain’t cool till I stack a mill

Six figures on a Batmobile

Bro raps but he has no chill

He really doin' track and field

I told him we tryna stack them mills

Two man up in a Batmobile

From Southside like Lloyd and Ashanti

They want war, me I send for my army

My cartel’s too barmy

Rock the Dior so calmly

Tell shorty, «Welcome to the party!»

Live my best life, shout out Hardy

I got matchin' whips with Charlie

Shoutout Sloth, the mandem’s cut from a different cloth

Every weekend I’m in a different watch

Your block’s always got a different boss

Tryna be calm, they know I’ll mash him

Pull up in a tinted wagon

He’s just cappin', the bros will catch him

I’ll be at home on pot, boolaggin'

I’m way to old to be doin' up road

I make bands off shows

Me and the bros in the Bahia cove

I even gotta have the toast

Man can’t chat to me about hoes

We all know about loads

Cartier bangles, I got them in gold

I might get them all froze

From young I ain’t had no chill

From the Hill like Jack and Jill

I ain’t cool till I stack a mill

Six figures on a Batmobile

Bro raps but he has no chill

He really doin' track and field

I told him we tryna stack them mills

Two man up in a Batmobile

Me and Daye’s mum’s got matchin' whips

But that’s the whip that I drive on Monday

Tuesday S-Class, Wednesday GLE

GT 4-door church on Sunday

Feds said bro was a suspect

When they seen him wrong way on the one-way

Before we done Maybach, bro was on gunplay

Real and emotional when they hear Young spray

Sure

Herne Hill legend, I said that already

Girls wanna claim me now I’m on telly

But I didn’t touch that girl, she a jezzie

Roll with a shh like Headie

Fill it with shells, oh so petty

My girl got body like Keisha and Becky

It wobble like jelly

I’m way too old to beef on the net

I got Ps to protect

I told Hambler I need a pool in the yard

Before I freeze up the neck

CEO, I got employees and I treat them correct

From the board-room down to the bando

I got Gs on the set

From young I ain’t had no chill

From the Hill like Jack and Jill

I ain’t cool till I stack a mill

Six figures on a Batmobile

Bro raps but he has no chill

He really doin' track and field

I told him we tryna stack them mills

Two man up in a Batmobile