DGAF
(Billy's on the beat, bringin' the heat)
Uh-huh
Uh-huh, oh yep!
Alright, okay
Look me in the eyes, you can tell I don't give a fuck
Why they look surprised? They could never do it like us
Motherfuckers in disguise
Actin' like they really know what's up
You don't really know what's up
I'm a artist, but I'm not starving
Don't get me started
Man, let me do that again
Uh, okay
I'm a artist, but I'm not starving
Don't get me started
You haven't done shit in that one-bedroom apartment
Clique go way back, same friends I had since I was just a rugrat
My teachers always knew I'd be a loser, I'm a scumbag
(Billy on the track, yeah)
Let's take it back to the crunchwraps
Back to the days all I had was a bus pass
Never going back, music got me off my nutsack
Five years in and they still treat me like I dropped my first track (ooh)
It's hilarious the way they copy paste the man
I might copyright my swag, collect me some percentages
Don't worry 'bout it (don't worry 'bout it)
A buck 50 on some appetizers, I'm really 'bout it
She want me in the guts, bitch, I'm not Doogie Howser (no way)
I got them singing all my lyrics like I'm Justin Bieber
Pockets fat, Griffin Peter
My new shit just broke the meter
Look me in the eyes, you can tell I don't give a fuck
Why they look surprised? They could never do it like us
Motherfuckers in disguise (okay)
Actin' like they really know what's up
You don't really know what's up (yeah)
Look me in the eyes, you can tell I don't give a fuck
Why they look surprised? They could never do it like us
Motherfuckers in disguise
Actin' like they really know what's up
You don't really know what's up
I need paystubs, show me income, I got a system (eee-yeah)
Great googly-moogily, I got my racks up
Sorry you can't hang wit' us, circle's small like a hockey puck
Had your girl back at the crib, made her sing like a opera
I come alive in the nighttime, like Dracula
If you want beef, motherfucker, here's a spatula (yeah, yeah)
I'm back in action
That's enough distractions from money, transactions, it's Billy
It's Billy, Billy, Billy, Billy
Uh-huh
And don't forget to say please and thank you
Uh-huh
Uh-huh, oh yep!
Alright, okay
Look me in the eyes, you can tell I don't give a fuck
Why they look surprised? They could never do it like us
Motherfuckers in disguise
Actin' like they really know what's up
You don't really know what's up
I'm a artist, but I'm not starving
Don't get me started
Man, let me do that again
Uh, okay
I'm a artist, but I'm not starving
Don't get me started
You haven't done shit in that one-bedroom apartment
Clique go way back, same friends I had since I was just a rugrat
My teachers always knew I'd be a loser, I'm a scumbag
(Billy on the track, yeah)
Let's take it back to the crunchwraps
Back to the days all I had was a bus pass
Never going back, music got me off my nutsack
Five years in and they still treat me like I dropped my first track (ooh)
It's hilarious the way they copy paste the man
I might copyright my swag, collect me some percentages
Don't worry 'bout it (don't worry 'bout it)
A buck 50 on some appetizers, I'm really 'bout it
She want me in the guts, bitch, I'm not Doogie Howser (no way)
I got them singing all my lyrics like I'm Justin Bieber
Pockets fat, Griffin Peter
My new shit just broke the meter
Look me in the eyes, you can tell I don't give a fuck
Why they look surprised? They could never do it like us
Motherfuckers in disguise (okay)
Actin' like they really know what's up
You don't really know what's up (yeah)
Look me in the eyes, you can tell I don't give a fuck
Why they look surprised? They could never do it like us
Motherfuckers in disguise
Actin' like they really know what's up
You don't really know what's up
I need paystubs, show me income, I got a system (eee-yeah)
Great googly-moogily, I got my racks up
Sorry you can't hang wit' us, circle's small like a hockey puck
Had your girl back at the crib, made her sing like a opera
I come alive in the nighttime, like Dracula
If you want beef, motherfucker, here's a spatula (yeah, yeah)
I'm back in action
That's enough distractions from money, transactions, it's Billy
It's Billy, Billy, Billy, Billy
Uh-huh
And don't forget to say please and thank you
Credits
Writer(s): Tory Zellars, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
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