[Intro: Billionaire Black]
Since y'all think bars died
Gang (Copo)
[Verse 1: Billionaier Black]
Okay, gun off safety, so it's on critical
Dissin' me a waste of time, I swear these rappers pitiful
[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
And they ain't fuckin' with the squad 'cause they not lyrical
We always keep it real, they just pretendin' to
[Verse 3: Boss Krizzy]
Hatin' on the squad, that's what they tend to do
Keep the nine on the waist, it's nothin' to get rid of you
[Verse 4: Billionaire Black]
All my niggas trigger-happy, gate-jumpin' criminals
Have your mama cryin', all-black at your funeral
[Verse 5: FBG Duck]
Don't make me send my shooters through, do you know what we'll do to you?
Have your eyes closed, hands folded in a linen suit
[Verse 6: Boss Krizzy]
Real niggas in the booth, nothin' but the fuckin' truth
Keep on talkin' crazy, you gon' end up on the fuckin' news
Since y'all think bars died
Gang (Copo)
[Verse 1: Billionaier Black]
Okay, gun off safety, so it's on critical
Dissin' me a waste of time, I swear these rappers pitiful
[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
And they ain't fuckin' with the squad 'cause they not lyrical
We always keep it real, they just pretendin' to
[Verse 3: Boss Krizzy]
Hatin' on the squad, that's what they tend to do
Keep the nine on the waist, it's nothin' to get rid of you
[Verse 4: Billionaire Black]
All my niggas trigger-happy, gate-jumpin' criminals
Have your mama cryin', all-black at your funeral
[Verse 5: FBG Duck]
Don't make me send my shooters through, do you know what we'll do to you?
Have your eyes closed, hands folded in a linen suit
[Verse 6: Boss Krizzy]
Real niggas in the booth, nothin' but the fuckin' truth
Keep on talkin' crazy, you gon' end up on the fuckin' news
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