BRUCE WAYNE. Lyrics

I be producing the studio going a little crazy in the back

I swear the bookings be feeding the family better than winning the lotto

Cuss out the bitch in your man, when I rock up his jaw, had him bricking like Lego

Bitches be dizzily fucking your boy when a nigga flowing off a kilo

Yeah, three, two, one, yeah yeah yeah

Fuck all clout nigga looking for fame

I'll be back in the game, yeah you know how it goes

Haters will say anything and I know they can't even compare me with niggas they know

Dizzily moving your favourite rappers

You listen to me and you know that I know

Hiss in Stu, couple snakes in the grass

And our niggas be looking much colder than cold

Fucked a girl the other day

I ain't going out today

Dark Prince, Bruce Wayne

Royalty flow in my veins

Henny go hard, pair with sex and a nap

Then we're picking Versace like slavery trade

Start in the North, party up in the East

Uber down to the South it's a trilogy tape

Yeah, three, two, one, yeah yeah yeah

Looking much colder than cold, I got bitches that fold

When a nigga go up in the game

Fuck I'm too good for the niggas that's tryna come up

With a nigga that piss on the flame

I know the jealousy eating you up

When you down in the club and I'm up in your face

Song of the summer, they looking for Shabba

They brag on my name when they showing my face

Hop in the back and I start the G

Give you my boy and he Congolese

Forcing the whites and we ordering these, I'm better to me

Calling them off when you run into me

Fucking your girl is a guarantee

Taking my bitch on a shopping spree

The rap really coming too easy to me

Three, two, one, yeah yeah three

I see the way that she talk to her niggas

I really can't figure it out

Change up the tone in your mouth

Bitch I'm the head of the house

It's why I got to get it out

I see the way that they counting the numbers

I swear that we figured it out

We're going to never run out, never going to sell it out

It's why I got to make it out

Who your real friends? It's getting hard to see now

Yeah snakes in the grass I got to hiss it out

Dime in her name I got to eat it out

Blood on her jeans, I got to see it out

I know my niece is never missing out

How many fakes lying in the ground

Even your hoe steady mess around

How many niggas going to stick around

Even my daddy never stuck around