Ooh, Billy comin’ through with that smooth shit
This shit makes me wanna dance with somebody’s auntie

I just fucked yo' bitch
In some dirty flip flops
30 bitches drop when I pull up to the spot
Billy stay shinning, all I do is fucking floss (Bitch)
Just in case y’all fo

Oh shit
Diet cock (woah)
Diet cock
Diet cock (bowsy)
I gotta clear my throat (bigwar)
I need some honey
I didn't write anything down, I don't know what a phone is or a piece of paper

Hey, I sip diet cock (yeah)
Diet cock, diet cock, diet cock, diet cock
Diet

This the new wave turn it up
I'm in the backseat chillin with your girl wassup
She wanna talk all day but I'm not in the mood
I'm tryna dance all night I got something to do

I make hits for the people at home in their rooms
Lookin for a reason to get out of it soon
Foun

If she come over she fuckin’
Billy the goat, end of discussion
Run up the guap I’m chasin' these hundreds
My music different everyone loves it
I could never fall off I'm too poppin'
Hundred a month, all in my pocket
Bitch my career took off just like some rockets
I'm

This, should be played at high volume
Yeah, Billy, ayy

I just pulled up in a brand new Bugatti
Got bitches on bitches no you cannot stop me
All of this money I made of a hobby
I blew up now everyone trying to copy
I'm rockin' Polo yeah mixed with the Tommy
I run up

Yo, you guys wanna hear a song I just wrote?
Yeah, come here, alright
Yeah, can you turn my headphones up?
Alright, that's good
Alright

I was runnin' out of time, runnin' out of time
Runnin' through my mind, I was thinkin' too much that day
I was upside down and ins

Aye, you already know what the fuck going on
I'm on my ignorant shit tonight
We about to get fucking dog lit on this shit, ayy
You need to turn your shit up, bitch
Let's go

Ayy, yeah, hold up what the fuck?
Aye, bass in the trunk, yeah
Shawty wanna fuck, but I'm bus

I'm so sick bitch I got ligma
I just pulled up on yo' bitch
My dick small like a pencil
Billy got bars like a muhfuckin' jail cell
You are not new motherfucker you AOL
I am the goat and yes, Billy is doing well
Never stop workin', lil' bitch just like Duracell
Aye, Bi

Smokin' on pack
(Ayy, yah, yah, yah, ayy, yah)
Bitch throw me that back
(Ayy, ayy, what, what, ayy, ayy)
I’m blowin' up fast
(Yah, yah, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You know I’m next
(Yah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Collecting rings like I’m Sonic
Bitches wanna party
My w

[bbno$]
Ay, what the fuck, bitch?
I'm trying to get rich as shit
I'ma pull up with a big bag and sew that shit up, gang

Neck so cold (hm)
Bitch, you said freeze
Make another hit, yeah, did it with ease
Fit so clean, yeah, can you find a crease?
If you cutting br