🎵 Bat Country // by Chynna

10 ContributorsBat Country Lyrics [Hook 1: Da$H, Chyna] Two cups, blunt lit, one strap, on my way to the bank, ayy Next show I get, I'ma take that bread, cop a K, ayy On your block, let it spray, mayday, don't do play, pay Say less, talk tough, they stressed, new mess Just copped a new Tec, sipping new Tech Smell like a pound, I got the loud Running around, hammers still out, bitch try me now Still paying bills, so I sold pills I got the instant I got the extended, I just got a fill Smell like a pound, I got the loud Running around, hammers still out, bitch try me now Still paying bills, so I sold pills I got the instant I got the extended, I just got a fill [Verse 1: Chynna] I just got a script for my nigga Leeks We went through like three or four pharmacies The craziest shit be, it ain't for me I cut up the jug just so I could eat But after that Act I ain't sip no lean Tech and the Quali don't feel quite as clean But trust it's around, I still got what you need No less than a deuce than you copping from me But this ain't no druggy shit Life is as brazy as brazy could get Flew out the country for legal money That's the land of finessing and hitting licks But after conversion my pockets lit Death by immersion, I'm with the shit They taped up the border cause I'm the shit Complain I was bull, so we back at six Trucking and tracing and tracking shit This ain't the son, ain't no lacking bitch Facing the blunt like the savage kid If you play with a problem addiction hit, but ayy [Fear & Loathing In Las Vegas Scene] How long could we maintain, How long before one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family. Would he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats... [Verse 2: Chynna] If you say it's a problem you getting split If I say it's a problem you better dip Cause ain't no saving you after I'm stressing shit Ain't no playing, no laughing, I'm pressing shit I'm pressing lines like it's really an issue Your squad ain't official, so how you the realest You look at the team and see who really with it Once you saw niggas, you hanging with bitches Hoes, digits, hoes and business Don't beg forgiveness, you know the sin Don't beg for shit than who really win You don't do well, we see evidence Only real ones with experience Not with a million appearances Got a whole lot of plugs, lot of clearances Not a whole lot of dumb interferences I take any and everything serious I make any and everything serious Don't pray for miracles, make a plan No reason for patience with work in hands I don't fuck with conflicts, I see it all Ayy, might be the adderall Or might be the ski-trips And might be the last call [Hook: Da$H, Chynna] Two cups, blunt lit, one strap, on my way to the bank, ayy Next show I get, I'ma take that bread, cop a K, ayy On your block, let it spray, mayday, don't do play, pay Say less, talk tough, they stressed, new mess Just copped a new Tec, sipping new Tech All my niggas fuck with villains All I do is go and [?] [?] seeing Hell or we seeing Heaven Anything is better, nigga fuck jail Smell like a pound, I got the loud Running around, hammers still out, bitch try me now Still paying bills, so I sold pills I got the instant I got the extended, I just got a fill