Billie
Créme de le créme
How you been? I been better
Still ten toes twin gold Berettas
Sisyphus stoned when I hold my bread up
My book don't fold you know the letters
CA1 well bitch you get it
Dead before he hit the ground, told his ass to get up
I could never rat, gotta count my cheddar
Ben Ten watch make 'em hold they head up
Then this ten make 'em put they dead down
Billie bad enough, you should see her in a crown
Shots keep comin' long as I'm buyin' rounds
Lightin' up a room, like it was a bust down
I'm talkin' bout guns, ain't watches on us
Billie had enough of the boring ass clowns
Red on my face like I was just cussed out
Boxin' the whip got the hemi in the clouds
Can't talk for a minute I been high for hours
Can't talk for a second I been high for days
I been high for days
Too many bitches been stuck in this haze
I been too caught up stuck in my old ways
Cookin' up schemin' new plays
She think she a player
I told her already bitch see ya later
Tryna be a fan, not even a spectator
I clean up nice, but you messin' with layers
She wanna see the paper
Think this safe full of money but it got lasers
And plenty of ammo
Won't be clutchin' our camo
When they come for our guns
Think they can lock up my funds
But that bit already done
Buried my shit in the ground
It will not ever be found
X marks the spot
On stupid fed head in my parking lot
Think they will find me I'll never be caught
Only if this girl keep stirring the pot
Don't want you around me but not callin' cops
Better cool down
You just might get popped
(You just might get popped, ay)
You just might get popped
(You might just get popped, uh)
You might get popped, too hot, get burnt by the flame
ZDM 'bout to blow up with a bang
Years in the making we ahead of this game
Three shots three hits now I got shit to say
Crazy ass chick, guess I drove her insane
But she heard what's comin' so I can't really blame her
Fell so hard where she lands there's a crater
Guess I got somethin' nobody else gave her
Beg for my love but I don't do favors
Say what you want, I'm your number one traitor
Add another name to the list of my haters
Confessin' my sins to my one true savior
Uh
I walk around knowin' I'm the shit now
Baby I'm back at my best, I'm sick now
Baby I'm beating my chest like timbales
Bitch I'm bullyin' the beat, made it sit down
Baby I'm killin' this shit like Gacy
Givin' out love like a drug that I laced
Went a little too far, guess she went a bit crazy
Hop in the car, do the dash, win the race
Ain't pickin' up calls, Carly Rae no maybe
Faded off pills, bitch I'm off my face
Memory start to get a little too hazy
Almost forgot I don't want to be chased
She a bad bitch like Billie
Lashes hurt but they look so pretty
Gashes burn when I see that city I love
And the people I left there in it
Uh
So baby just give me a minute
Girl you ain't makin' no cents, like fitty
Talkin' to a goddamn kid, no Drizzy
I'm poppin' my lid, I'm a dog, no Diddy
I'm bouncin' on the beat make it shake like titties
Huh
I'm startin' to get a little too silly
Gotta sit down put my mind to the millies
I'm chasin' my dream 'til the day they kill me
Why you still chasin' my heel, Achilles
Tellin me how I feel, girl, really?
Takin' up time, I'm way too busy
I'm takin' off, flyin' on ice like Philly
She a bad bitch like Billie
Billie
Billie
Billi-Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi
How you been? I been better
Still ten toes twin gold Berettas
Sisyphus stoned when I hold my bread up
My book don't fold you know the letters
CA1 well bitch you get it
Dead before he hit the ground, told his ass to get up
I could never rat, gotta count my cheddar
Ben Ten watch make 'em hold they head up
Then this ten make 'em put they dead down
Billie bad enough, you should see her in a crown
Shots keep comin' long as I'm buyin' rounds
Lightin' up a room, like it was a bust down
I'm talkin' bout guns, ain't watches on us
Billie had enough of the boring ass clowns
Red on my face like I was just cussed out
Boxin' the whip got the hemi in the clouds
Can't talk for a minute I been high for hours
Can't talk for a second I been high for days
I been high for days
Too many bitches been stuck in this haze
I been too caught up stuck in my old ways
Cookin' up schemin' new plays
She think she a player
I told her already bitch see ya later
Tryna be a fan, not even a spectator
I clean up nice, but you messin' with layers
She wanna see the paper
Think this safe full of money but it got lasers
And plenty of ammo
Won't be clutchin' our camo
When they come for our guns
Think they can lock up my funds
But that bit already done
Buried my shit in the ground
It will not ever be found
X marks the spot
On stupid fed head in my parking lot
Think they will find me I'll never be caught
Only if this girl keep stirring the pot
Don't want you around me but not callin' cops
Better cool down
You just might get popped
(You just might get popped, ay)
You just might get popped
(You might just get popped, uh)
You might get popped, too hot, get burnt by the flame
ZDM 'bout to blow up with a bang
Years in the making we ahead of this game
Three shots three hits now I got shit to say
Crazy ass chick, guess I drove her insane
But she heard what's comin' so I can't really blame her
Fell so hard where she lands there's a crater
Guess I got somethin' nobody else gave her
Beg for my love but I don't do favors
Say what you want, I'm your number one traitor
Add another name to the list of my haters
Confessin' my sins to my one true savior
Uh
I walk around knowin' I'm the shit now
Baby I'm back at my best, I'm sick now
Baby I'm beating my chest like timbales
Bitch I'm bullyin' the beat, made it sit down
Baby I'm killin' this shit like Gacy
Givin' out love like a drug that I laced
Went a little too far, guess she went a bit crazy
Hop in the car, do the dash, win the race
Ain't pickin' up calls, Carly Rae no maybe
Faded off pills, bitch I'm off my face
Memory start to get a little too hazy
Almost forgot I don't want to be chased
She a bad bitch like Billie
Lashes hurt but they look so pretty
Gashes burn when I see that city I love
And the people I left there in it
Uh
So baby just give me a minute
Girl you ain't makin' no cents, like fitty
Talkin' to a goddamn kid, no Drizzy
I'm poppin' my lid, I'm a dog, no Diddy
I'm bouncin' on the beat make it shake like titties
Huh
I'm startin' to get a little too silly
Gotta sit down put my mind to the millies
I'm chasin' my dream 'til the day they kill me
Why you still chasin' my heel, Achilles
Tellin me how I feel, girl, really?
Takin' up time, I'm way too busy
I'm takin' off, flyin' on ice like Philly
She a bad bitch like Billie
Billie
Billie
Billi-Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi
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Writer(s): Daniel Bennett, Zolan Baptista, Michael Sadler Jr.
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