Lyrics:
you Tommy's inside
Chasin cases got that badge and know you runnin the place
But that ain't NAR' a fuckin reason to have them guns in my face
And your
Striving for a distant future
Navigated by computers
Guns on standby all sharp shooters
Time to blast off hyper boosters
Striving for a distant
it?) I'm just not knowin'
I get drunk and start talkin' mo' shit
And when I got a gun in my hand you better get, out
Cause my brain just ain't what it
hit a billy
Everybody gon' know Vinnii
Don't hate, it's useless
Got no shame, I'm too lit
Got big nugs in two spliffs
And big blunts, they Cuban
I'm
the sun
This shit for fun
Don't got a gun
Don't want the ones
Don't want the smoke
I just wanna smoke
In the studio
Where the fuckin bro
Ion even know
Cold
concealing the shit
4 gun cases, I'm still with the shit
Backlit, wood wheel when I whip
Got her right up on my lap, that's a real nigga risk
And then feel
in the lead holmes how we going lose it?
Why you got a gun if you ain't going use it?
Check the scoreboard nigga you losing
I got the ball now can't
like a loaded gun
I got blue wheels on a Harley blazin' a trail in the sun rays
Me and this lady, man, it's like church on a Sunday
I'm up from my
I'm a prodigy, R.I.P Thun-Thun (Thun)
Got these bitches shook, they shocked, no stun-gun
I'm the billy, billy goat, the goat, the goat's here (here)
sissys
Shout out to the Billys
Nah I don't bang but rollin wit 60s
Street shit is in me
Shootin my gun til its all the way empty
Nigga don't temp me
Or I'm
drugs like I got 'em prescribed
I want some billies not talking bout jean
I was to young wit a plug on the lean
Damn near od'd kept falling asleep
I'm out
on the run evils deeds yeah I'm the one
I hit the back job got the front golden eye a golden gun
You said you really want the clout charge em up and get him
I went downtown to breeze thru freaks
I got a job interview with Hebrew G
Ump shigga bum parrum pump
Pump pa rrrrum pum pump
Rum diggy dum, the yum
demon she the devil dripped in Prada
I ain't trippin of no bitches
Wanna leave then tell ha holla
You can't say you got enough until you COUNTIN by
I got that gun out, I got that gun out
That rocket on me
Damn there spun out, my niggas run out
Not by my lonely
Yea you duck huh, my niggas duck
Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave
Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat
You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
eine Windel? Miss Piggy back
Deutschrapper sind Pussys, gib mir die Gun, ich erschieß' sie (pow, pow)
Wisst ihr, wer mein Daddy ist, macht ihr Sitz so
Billy was an orphan,
Tommy was a whore
Poe got drunk in Baltimore
Getting drunk and shooting guns was all he ever had
Could it be that's what
coats
And their tails was all a-showin' like a bunch of billy goats.
They ran down the river with their tongues a-hanging out
And they said they got
now
Say I got the weakest puns then wanna bite my style
Calling everybody out, guess you can say I'm wild
If you building up a house, I'm finna year it
got a problem bitch
I don't give a fuck
Baby boy I don't wanna cry, I don't wanna miss you all the time
I rather dance by myself tonight, if you got
crib, caught me a billy
I bet it's only one poof, still got a picture to prove it now
Kissin' after dinner, she call it the foreplay
I call it, "Do
FRIES WITH THAT???
SICK cause my mind just snapped pretty hard!
Fatality... RIP YOUR TITTY OFF!
Pull out the gun that I got from the cop
And make her face
(Month)
Little yutes wanna trap, then we're sendin' them up (up)
I got nitties out of town and I send them my love, made me who I am today
Yo, I went
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