Don’t Like Remix XV (Ft. Bruce Meanz, Freddy High & Sez Batters)

[Verse One: Sez Batters]
Bald nigga, raw nigga, black version of Walt White
Two words, one name, my chain Bruce Wayne, that dark knight
Bad chicks I roll with, whack shit, I don’t spit
She do the same while giving brains, I bag her up like Saks Fifth
Bird talk, swallow theses, you mad at her ‘cause she follow me
Your bars hard, ain’t hard to read, I said mad at her ‘cause she follow me
New windows, she macked up, you number two like back up
He handcuff, Roseanne tough, when you stand up, we crack up, haha

[Hook]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Sneak disser, that’s that shit I don’t like

[Verse Two: XV]
Love, life, loyalty is what I said, right?
And living like legends until we dead, right?
Bitches hoping they can catch me at a red light
Hopping out of something you ain’t see before like dead might
But this game makes niggas with dreams end they life
I thought about it once, I thought about it twice
But I found passion in that pit rise in the darkest night
Shout out to Angelakos, that’s my nigga Mike
I hate hearing these new nobodies who just knew somebody
I hate what these new broads be doing to they bodies
Vegas hotel lobby, her titties hard as rock
Her ass already drunk, it’s had too many shots
I hate when niggas hype shit up just to see it flop
I hate that black pornstars don’t get any props
Shout out Nyomi Banxxx, shout out Mone Divine
Shout out to Roxy Reynolds, I hope Skin Diamond shine
Shout out Kristina Rose, she said I’m out my mind
Won’t see me on no set but it’s my fucking time, fine