BATTER MIXER ft. iluvpaiin Lyrics

(Chef Young Rai)

(Chef everyday still got batter to mix)

(Batter)

(I be so high I'm as high as it gets)

(Going up a ladder)

I'm firing these shots, don't get caught in the mix

Chef everyday still got batter to mix

Put tape on my wrists cuz I move with a whisk

Bitch nigga, who you think you is

You move like a feds, you a federal

Off of these meds I'ma animal

You cannot be like me, killing identicals

Don't step in my mix if you're flammable

Nigga don't cross my hairs

I got the key like I'm picking up mail

Had some demons in the past and I didn't kill them

I swear to god I'd be in jail

Only time that I be begging' for mercy

When I pray to god I know she heard me kneel

(She heard me kneel)

Don't like these killings, don't test if I will

(You know that I will)

You know that I will

If my life's on the line then you know he gon spill

There's no resurrecting

I'm not Ralph but I be wrecking

I reckon, that you don't get caught in the mix

You better step up or step back, nigga I do not miss

Bitch nigga, who you think you is?

You move like the feds, you a federal

Off of these meds I'ma animal

You cannot be like me, killing identicals

Chef everyday, still got batter to mix

(Batter)

I be so high, I'm as high as it gets

(Goin up a ladder)

I'm going high up to where

I would tear my meniscus if I were to fall

Can't slip on ice, it's the wintertime

I feel like Wintertime, feel like I been thru it all

That don't mean nothing, I'm still on my pivot

You know I stay ready, I'm ready for war

Hop the fence go through the yard

Get in the chopper

I'm the captain, tell the troops we gon chop 'em

9 on my back like Ibaka we block em

Don't need 3 more 'cuz that's 12, nigga fuck 'em

Fuck an opp, fuck a sheriff

Here to do damage and get all my merits

I'm high up and talk to these birds, I'm a parrot

That boy my son nigga ain't that apparent

Sippin' this Smirnoff to sizzle my kidney

My life getting deep it's something nitty gritty

I've seen demons round and there might be some in me

I stay smoking gas my lungs look like a chimney

I'm only rocking with brothers, stay with me

This circle cant break, no, this is not a semi

I made that boy flop on the concrete like Andy

Candy-colored shades in my eyes, I can't see

Still got the batter (Still got the batter)

Chef everyday still got batter to mix

Put tape on my wrists on my wrists cuz I move with a whisk

Bitch nigga, who you think you is

You move like the feds, you a federal

Off of these meds I'ma animal

You cannot be like me, killing identicals

Don't step in my mix if you're flammable

(Chef Young Rai)