Chynna - Bat Country lyrics

[Hook 1: Da$H] 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 [Hook 2: Chynna x2] Smell like a pound, I got the law running around Hammers still out, b**h shot me down Still paying bills, so I sold pills I got the instant I got the extended, I just got a feel [Verse 1: Chynna] I just got a script for my n***a Leeks We went through like three or four pharmacies The craziest sh** b, 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 sh** 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 [?] I'm with the sh** They taped up the border cause I'm the sh** [?] Trucking and tracing and tracking sh** This ain't the [?] no lacking b**h 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 sh** Ain't no playing, no laughing, I'm pressing sh** 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 n***as, you hanging with b**hes Hoes, b**hes, hoes and business [?] Don't [?] for sh** than who really win You don't do well, we see evidence Only real ones with experience Not with a million appearances Gotta whole lot of plugs, lot of clearances Notta 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 Don't f** with [?] see it all Ayy, might be the adderall Or might be the ski-trips And might be the last call [Hook 1: Da$H] 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 n***as f** with villains All I do is go and [?] [?] seeing Hell or we seeing Heaven Anything is better, n***a f** jail [Hook 2: Chynna] Smell like a pound, I got the law running around Hammers still out, b**h shot me down Still paying bills, so I sold pills I got the instant I got the extended, I just got a feel