[Verse 1]Posted up in Gotham, I like Batman but I’m robbin'Cause your bitch just gave me top and to be honest, it was awesomeIf I had to give a pointer, it would be my second fingerI just really feel immaculate, cause I just got her numberI'mma hit her cell in a bit, bet she ain’t celibateYeah I sell a bit, only to my fans and shitAnd maybe to the bitch under the mistletoe, we kissedNow I think I’m out of rhymes for this, so I'mma write about her titsThey were big, twins, got to second baseThen the whole party saw her with the home run faceWe both came, out, of the back roomAnd I swear you would have thought we both had killed a kid or twoSo then I dipped and called a friend I knew andHit the city harder than a boy named Sue, don’t fuck with youI’m making money moves and shitting out some Player 2'sNeed some party shit and booze, I’m like 6 foot he like 2I'm a rapper he a tool, I'mma-[Verse 2]This a halftime, like a smoke break, shit-Might’ve accidentally doubled up the double date (hmm)Oh well (oh well!)Eat yo food bitch (eat!)And tell your friend I that heard her sayin “rude, bitch!” (oh my god)Aye, I don’t get it baby, I’m deliriousShe paint my nails, I’m feelin' thisCopped a new girl, FergaliciousI don’t get it though, bitchStorm clouds round me on some Greek god shitHometown cheerin’ every time I move an inchAye, I’m the most creative 20-something-year-old that you know ofHenrietta in the back, Missing Texture on the trackBy the time I graduate I’ll be selling out, in fact-Let me clarify, I ain’t sellin’ shit (like, shit)Hot shit, baby I’m adept at everything I doI turned down a woman pushing fucking 40, yeah it’s trueIf I had known I was this back in high school-I would’ve never made it through, I would’ve never paid my dues-[Verse 3]And I'm posted up in Gotham, I like Batman but I’m robbin'Cause your bitch just gave me top and to be honest, it was awesomeIf I had to give a pointer, it would be my second fingerYou are just inadequate, I’m the one that’s running shitNa-Narrator, Stanley, baby I’m bothI’m the whole damn team, homie I’m the fucking GOATImma make her lick all the spit off of my tongueAnd no we ain’t done, bitch, 'til I say that we’re doneI beat Luigi’s Mansion, this beat mansionMiss me with the sub, baby hit me with the mentionWalk into the club, I’m feeling all of this tensionWho the hell are you? I think I might have dementiaAye, wouldn’t really know it though, I sing like FigaroI need a vegan hoe, I'mma pop a wheelie in the Kum & GoThis shit is too easy bro, flexing on you shitty folkI just popped a molly making fire, I'mma drop and rollYeah, aye, yeah, aye, drop and rollI’m just having fun at this point, least until I’m brokeRoster getting bigger every time I releaseSo I got a new bitch every week up under my sheetsIn Lu-i-gi’s Mansion, aye[Outro]Lu-i-gi's, okay, uh yeahI will freak, okay okay, yeahPosted up in Gotham, I like Batman but I’m- (but I’m, but I’m)But I’m robbin' cause your bitch just gave me top- (but I'm, but I'm)Bittr glittr, aye, bittr glittr!Yeah I'm posted up in Gotham, I like Batman but I’m-Clockwork
