16 / RAG3 (Intro)

And I really been a solo
So broke, heart broke, heartache
Blood bleeding on my shirt now
I'm the newest in the town
Hey bro,
Trying to remember if they really done with me
Now I'm 'lone now
Solo days now but isn't the plan now
Say hey,
Hey
Bitch is so bad in some way

Posted up I'm just going to ball up in my lane (broke my heart now you gone now)
Thirty thousand dollars going to cope me a new link
Can't go out my house 'cause there's some shit I can't obtain
If you listen then they know that Bil Lil who be out the bank
I just want my whips be special
I won't give no girls no handouts
I don't really even ball like Enzo
Step back, three pointer call me Harden
I'm like the Knicks I ball in a garden
If I'm getting rich you know I'm balling
Ten K all up on my neck that's still some real diamonds (Countin the dough when I sing) (Yeah, Yeah)

Ice on my neck, ice on my wrist
I can not talk to you bitch
I am so done playin games
All of these bitches the same
Really goin' run up my shit
Run up my shit like I'm Sonic
Run it up just like I'm Sonic
Isn't this shit so ironic
Robot made me I'm bionic
Run up my shit like I'm Sonic
Run up my shit like I'm Sonic
These bitches started to panic
Listen to all of my music
Saucy bitch, yeah, I'm too sick
You're lil' hoe, yeah, she too thick
Snatch you're girl, now you my chick
Snipe that bitch like I'm John Wick
Started running now im too quick
She be shaking ass up on tiktok
Yeah, little shorty with the flip flops

Yeah, ooh
Thirty on my neck, that's big bank
On bitch you want to fight
And lil' bitch be counting hundreds and just throw 'em up for life
2K not a mother fucking game, I want that ice
You can't even pull up on me got that bitch who super nice
Hundred thousand dollars in Miami in one night
I can't even wake up on you, pussy bitch be gone that night
30 thousand dollars in one mother fucking night (Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba)

Feeling the dough when I spend (slatt)
Feeling the dough need a hand (slime)
Feeling the dough with my man's (ba, ba)
Feeling the dough need some bands (ba, ba)
Feeling I don't need a wallet (slatt, that)
Feeling I don't need a man's (man's)
Feeling I don't need some bands (bands)
Feeling a don't need my hands (hands)
Feeling I don't need no gas (gas)
Feeling the dough need a man's (man's)
Feeling the dough need a ransom (ransom)
Feeling the dough get me man's (man's)
Feeling the dough get me man's (man's)
Feeling the dough get me fans (fans)
Feeling the dough get me ransom (ransom)
Feeling the dough with the hands (hands)
Feeling the -

Hoping right out of the Lamb
Little bitch love me, like a beaver built dams
Trying be sneaky but you caught me on cams
Seven thousand dollars on a bitch, go fast
She a young bitch but she got a lot of yams
Seven thousand dollars on a bitch, go fast
Never say no though
Bitch got put up on porn in the photo

I know I can't see shit (100 thousand dollars for a bitch now im solo)
Diamond on me like B bitch
I can not fuck with these hundred fifties on my mother fuckers
I can't bundle you're bitches
I come in and I bag 'em and then go and fuck all on you're family
Talk to my family
You can not say that you done with me
I want that bitch to go and unfollow me
None of these bitches outside of me
One hundred legs like a centipede
No one want to fuck, I wonder why they ain't fuck with me
I want a bitch, now young bitch fuck with me
I want a hundred on me like money
Trying to fuck with me lil' bitch it ain't funny
All of these bitches hop around like a bunny
I want a hundred on me like Gunnie
I want a bitch like Gunna
Fifty, one hundred, new Benz
Go talk my shit, I should of
Feel like young Bil, bitch im back bro
Take off all this shit I need my fifty on the facts though (Nightclub) (Erika, Erika is that you?)



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Writer(s): Lil Bil
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