Bat Phone

(Never wanna never tell you a lie)

(It's gonna wake you up fast and tell you bye)

Oh, no, no (can't nobody love you like I do)

Yeah, yeah (can't nobody love you like I do)

I got rich off of my bat phone

I ain't think it would take that long

Tryna do better with my platform

Spin the corner and I'm back home

I got rich off of my bat phone

I ain't think it would take that long

Tryna do better with my platform

Spin the corner and I'm back home

I learned so much from the pussy, it's like school, and I'm a school shooter

I fuck a principal, saw your bitch, and she a cool tutor

Just for the principle, need an Aventador, tinted though

Never know who really fuck with you man, but I tend to know

I been that nigga though, been before Dragon Ball Piccolo

And watchin' Nickelodeon, grandma still was with us though

He always hit momma, I cry when the body would hit the floor

She moved us away when I showed him my plans how to slit his throat

But things change, I mean what the jazz look like? Post Malone

And what rap look like now? Post Malone

My nigga said he got a job, I could've cried on the phone

I'm thankin' God, 'cause he finally left the corner alone

I mean that boy was sellin' stones like David Bridal

I ain't want him endin' up in scope like kaleido

We both took gifted classes and we aced the finals

I mean the Tesla you can buy those, but a mind like Nikola's, though?

Swear that you nice, because the likes on your IG is high, though

Compared to my flow, that's like a Chuck Liddell to Tae Bo

I been the sauciest, had Baby Milo in high school

Now I build models with models, revenge of the IQ

It's eye for an eye too in case you want ramp out what's designed to

R.I.P. opps, man I feel insincere when they tried to run up on him

AZ had his daughter alike his son up on him

But bro had real love from his people, that's always a one-up on him

So the little things I ain't hung up on them, but I play the game

And if I ain't fuck with you, I'm 6ix9ine, I'll say your name

How many times I fell and got back up and grind the same?

I don't mind when it hurt, the growth tied to pain, yeah, man

I got rich off of my bat phone

I ain't think it would take that long

Tryna do better with my platform

Spin the corner and I'm back home

I got rich off of my bat phone

I ain't think it would take that long

Tryna do better with my platform (yeah)

Spin the corner and I'm back home (yeah)

The mask, they done try to match the mastodon, ain't last long

My path was off the back of scams and shattered bone, ain't have a loan

Or have as long as classmates to take jabs, I passed and sat alone

The scratches cross the pad, stacked to cash that's paddin' my Patagonia

Before the Porsche Panamera era, rode the carousel

Embarrassed as hell that I knew how perishing smell, very well

Could never turn my nose up, foes up, it ain't vary nary

Every tongue that rose up, froze up, party very scary

Leery eyes, blurry skies, dreary, but it's rainin' funds

Can't discuss my racketeers for fear of what they'll make of us

The ratchet packed, I stashed it near, to clear all that I may confront

The chain is bust, the flash it match the tears, I couldn't make this up

The pain I brush with gave me papercuts, my safe got razor bumps

My lady smeared foundation, painted love a darker shade

I can't replace it, but I made a way from crumbs with rats in the wall

A lantern in the sky, flashin' my sign and I answered a call

Yeah