Me & My Batch - Trapx10, Kay-o

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Me and my batch some meddling kids

I don’t know Scooby, Shaggy or Fred (Nah)

We’ve got doubles and singles

Get bun for getting it twiss' like dread (Bow)

My nigga got white like Oscar

And he’s got sixteen shots for a bills (Mad)

Tell a YG you ain’t gotta travel up to Kent

Just to get you to deal (You know)

Me and my batch some boys in the hood

I don’t know Tre, Doughboy or Ricky (I don’t)

CID’s in the bitch tryna shift me

Still pop up on the block, get busy (Bow)

Do him if he’s involved, we ain’t picky

Have him like «rah, it’s cool» like Dizzee

Pepper the beef, whatever the weather

It could be hot or be chilly (Any)

Said he wants three for a score five more

That’s a one extra, no Charlie

Got a little peb line in the ends

But I’m well known for the gas like Nazis (Mad)

Like Taze, in the trap, not carni

If I step out or attend a party

I’m looking drip down of course

But I gotta have the strap to the side like Huaraches ('Course)

Step 'round there with my chargy

Or like Shaggy, do it with my dargy (Bow)

Can’t see no one, hop out on foot

This search don’t need Safari (Where they at?)

Little bro done that too much, got a bird

Now he rings me up on his smartie

He got locked for some modern warfare

Man the strip’s too hot, Karachi (Free him up)

If gang see opps, back them knives

If you don’t get bored, it’s bait

More time, if K ain’t step with the 9

I helped to co-ordinate (Ah)

Could be the sawn off gauge or get cheffy (Ching)

Me and V like Ronnie and Reggie

If our firms on the ride, then we more than cray

Gang slide at night, get it done broad day (That's mains)

If I get bagged, no comment

It’s sad that them boys got more to say (They rat)

Put it on my life I can’t rat

Only when I rap, I record for tapes (That's right)

Bro said he’s a opp from he saw that face

But he can’t recall that late (He don’t know)

It’s war and bro sure tryna leave man torn

Still tryna score same way

I been serving green like Dipsy

Hide that pack when I see the po'

Hitting movies with the gang

Hope we don’t pop corn if a co-op's slow (Bap)

Getting crossed is somethin' that I ain’t

'Cause I just wanna take that bread and roll

If we get grub, put the O’s on the line

Gotta stay intact, no ticks, ten toes (No ticks)

Do it on my J, I don’t need no one

These funds might take your missus

My money come slim, I be feelin' different

Again and again, had my pack good riddance (That way)

My dro’s are piff and she don’t need pictures

She must be trippin' (You know)

In the trap, always been around cats

Made new ones too, we ain’t birthed no kitten (Nah)

Been using my flow for a long time

So I switch it up and borrow Trapx10's (Yeah)

Making drinks like I’m boozing

Sell it for higher if I borrow a package (Drinks)

Do it straight to protect, tryna wound him

Step out, I always know who I’m backin' (You know)

He’s involved in the ting, no excusing

Exepcting the same if I roll lacking (Right)

Told bro know I don’t need no vest

Cah we tryna poke them (Ching)

Knife the right guard, no deodorant

Start up the show like we hosting

When I step with my killy, no Rowland

If it’s war, leave him sore like Poland

He ain’t gettin' there but we leaving him open

How it goes when you’re an opponent (How it goes)

Me and my batch some meddling kids

I don’t know Scooby, Shaggy or Fred (Nah)

We’ve got doubles and singles

Get bun for getting it twiss' like dread (Bow)

My nigga got white like Oscar

And he’s got sixteen shots for a bills (Mad)

Tell a YG you ain’t gotta travel up to Kent

Just to get you to deal (You know)

Me and my batch some boys in the hood

I don’t know Tre, Doughboy or Ricky (I don’t)

CID’s in the bitch tryna shift me

Still pop up on the block, get busy (Bow)

Do him if he’s involved, we ain’t picky

Have him like «rah, it’s cool» like Dizzee

Pepper the beef, whatever the weather

It could be hot or be chilly (Any)

Me and my batch some meddling kids

I don’t know Scooby, Shaggy or Fred

We’ve got doubles and singles

Get bun for getting it twiss' like dread

Me and my batch some boys in the hood

I don’t Tre, Doughboy or Ricky

CID’s in the bitch tryna shift me

Still pop up on the block, get busy