Saviii 3rd “Batter Up” (WSHH Exclusive – Official Music Video)

Turn them mics up fool
Ahh, haha, 200
Hahaha
Ayy go’n
These niggas really mad I’m in my bag dog
Oh east side, look, haha
Look

Ay, no offense but you can’t sit with us
Unless you been on reckless missions out that tinted truck
Like sixty ten and hoes we fuck, bitch all the drip in her
I’m what they recommending, bitch I’m fuckin’ up the city
And lately I been second guessing shit, I’m too uncertain
Devil really working, my opposition’s lurking
Fuck ’em I ain’t worried, he told me he gon’ murk me
What’s wrong with your murkin’? I be in my city surfing
It’s murder on my mind, gang slidin’ through these trenches, driftin’
Fuck a peace treaty, I’m politicking, chippin’
These rapper ass niggas pay attention, listen
Boy I’m really outside official
I swear to God I’m tired of you niggas, I done had enough
I been cracking, boy you just turning your savage up
I fucked your bitch and she was somethin’ that I’d rather fuck
Whole squad play ball, nigga batter up, batter up
If you paid for the fame, you can’t bang with my gang
I heard they pushed you out your chains and your name
I knock him down, he thought he came for the fame
With the gang if I came in a dangerous way nigga

I see you niggas actin’ strange with me
I ain’t trippin’, I be tippin’ with that thing with me
Say he gang but he ain’t really
‘Cause he ain’t with me, I got gang with me
Oh, I got gang with me (200), I got gang with me
Oh, I got gang with me, I got gang with me

Look, and you can best believe they troopin’ if they came with me
I got Goonie with the Ruger, I got Slain with me
Fuckin’ up your whole squad full of suckers
I’ma pluck ’em, sittin’ duck ’em, they gon’ think I had the K with me
No I don’t do no recruiting, you can’t hang with me
Gotta squabble, nigga losses, I can’t name any
We was in that four door, I think the Volvo
It’s time I expose niggas lyin’
‘Cause I’m so sick and tired of these niggas, I done had enough
I been crackin’, boy you just gettin’ your savage up
I fucked your bitch and she was somethin’ that I had to fuck
Whole squad play ball, nigga batter up, batter up
I hang with the demons, play for the keeps
Gang language I speak to my real Crip streeters
I bleed it, he ain’t talking facts, don’t believe him
Ask him a mack if it’s facts when I’m speakin’

I see you niggas actin’ strange with me
I ain’t trippin’, I be tippin’ with that thing with me
Say he gang but he ain’t really
‘Cause he ain’t with me, I got gang with me
Oh, I got gang with me (200), I got gang with me
Oh, I got gang with me, I got gang with me