Billy City Bøyz
I just want the neck, baby, I just want the neck
Pull up with the tec, nigga, pull up with the tec
Chillin' with a bitty from the city, gotta get the kitty
Ham mond boy, gotta touch it, gotta make a milli
If you think I'm silly, hit you with this 22
Feelin' really bad about your future, how you movin'
How you make a livin'
How I make a livin'
What you see is just the rags and riches
I'm just countin' digits while these niggas out here payin' bitches
Me and Billy playin' hoes, you was probably one of those
I just want the neck, then it's sorry, baby, gotta go
Baby, I just gotta know how you suckin' dick
Like a golf ball through a water hose
Shawty, you just gotta go
And I let these niggas know I pull up with the tec
Hit you in the neck, and I'll fold your clothes
While you in them, bro
I just want the neck, baby, I just want the neck
Pull up with the tec, nigga, pull up with the tec
Took it off his wrist, two-toned, Patek
Put it in a box to the left, to the left
I'm just goin' crazy on this 9 to 5
I'm workin' daily, contemplatin
If I should buy drugs, or should I stack and save it
If I make it, then you'll realize that I didn't fake it
Reap what I sow, so this money, I just fuckin' take it
I got bitches shakin' booty cheeks to them Totem beats
And my niggas tote em, so they'll put your homie six feet
Under all my comments, I told you, you gotta calm that down
Now every time I see they mama, she wearin' a frown
Here, ma, you dropped your crown
Your son was a bitch, I'm just sorry, this how you found out
I just had to show him how, my niggas had to show him how
I ain't have to show my face, I put your homie in the dirt
And had my niggas raid his place
Had my niggas spray his face
Your homie had my blunt on laced
I ain't fuckin' with these goofy niggas
Cause my tec shoot straight
I just want the neck, baby, I just want the neck
Pull up with the tec, nigga, pull up with the tec
Took it off his wrist, two-toned, Patek
Put it in a box to the left, to the left
Pull up with the tec, nigga, pull up with the tec
Chillin' with a bitty from the city, gotta get the kitty
Ham mond boy, gotta touch it, gotta make a milli
If you think I'm silly, hit you with this 22
Feelin' really bad about your future, how you movin'
How you make a livin'
How I make a livin'
What you see is just the rags and riches
I'm just countin' digits while these niggas out here payin' bitches
Me and Billy playin' hoes, you was probably one of those
I just want the neck, then it's sorry, baby, gotta go
Baby, I just gotta know how you suckin' dick
Like a golf ball through a water hose
Shawty, you just gotta go
And I let these niggas know I pull up with the tec
Hit you in the neck, and I'll fold your clothes
While you in them, bro
I just want the neck, baby, I just want the neck
Pull up with the tec, nigga, pull up with the tec
Took it off his wrist, two-toned, Patek
Put it in a box to the left, to the left
I'm just goin' crazy on this 9 to 5
I'm workin' daily, contemplatin
If I should buy drugs, or should I stack and save it
If I make it, then you'll realize that I didn't fake it
Reap what I sow, so this money, I just fuckin' take it
I got bitches shakin' booty cheeks to them Totem beats
And my niggas tote em, so they'll put your homie six feet
Under all my comments, I told you, you gotta calm that down
Now every time I see they mama, she wearin' a frown
Here, ma, you dropped your crown
Your son was a bitch, I'm just sorry, this how you found out
I just had to show him how, my niggas had to show him how
I ain't have to show my face, I put your homie in the dirt
And had my niggas raid his place
Had my niggas spray his face
Your homie had my blunt on laced
I ain't fuckin' with these goofy niggas
Cause my tec shoot straight
I just want the neck, baby, I just want the neck
Pull up with the tec, nigga, pull up with the tec
Took it off his wrist, two-toned, Patek
Put it in a box to the left, to the left
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Writer(s): Jacob Rodriguez
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