[Intro: Billionaire Black & FBG Duck]
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Nah, for real
Let's get it
[Chorus: Billionaire Black]
How do you feel 'bout these rappers?
I swear they tell lies (Swear they tell lies)
How do you feel 'bout these trappers?
I don't believe 'em 'cause they not sellin' pies, ayy (They not sellin' pies)
All of my niggas 'bout action
They come through, they take your life (They take your life)
Tell me what you know about them Rugers, Glizzies, .40's
Them nickels, and nines, ayy
Tell me what your life like (Uh)
You don't know nothin' 'bout mine (Nah, nah)
Your bitch, she all on my line (Yeah, yeah)
Textin' me, she wanna feel me inside, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
How do you feel 'bout these rappers? (Oh)
Swear all of these niggas is trash (Oh, oh)
Most of these niggas is pussies (Oh, oh)
They need to pull them panties out of their ass, ayy (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Billionaire Black]
How do I feel 'bout these niggas? (Oh)
None of these niggas official (Oh, oh)
All of these niggas is soft (Oh)
Softer than some fuckin' tissue (Oh, oh)
How do I feel 'bout these bitches? (Oh)
Most of these bitches is bops (Oh, oh)
Most of these bitches is thots (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Fuck a bitch, I'm still chasin' a knot, ayy (Oh, oh)
How do I feel 'bout the system? (System)
Swear that shit fucked up (Oh, oh)
Bro caught a body the other day, got away (Oh, oh)
Guess he lucked up, ayy (Oh, oh)
How do I feel 'bout them Swishers? (Oh)
I don't smoke them shits (No, no)
Backwood full of Piff, ayy (No, no)
Backwood with your bitch, ayy (Oh, oh)
How do I feel 'bout my niggas? (My niggas)
Swear to God I love gang, ayy (Oh, oh)
Swear them niggas insane, ayy (Them my bros)
Shootin' shit, gun range, ayy (No, no)
How do I feel 'bout that liquor? (Oh, oh)
I don't like gettin' drunk, ayy (Oh no)
Muddy troubles in my cup, ayy (Oh, oh)
Oh, Lord, I'm stuck (Let's get it), gang
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Nah, for real
Let's get it
[Chorus: Billionaire Black]
How do you feel 'bout these rappers?
I swear they tell lies (Swear they tell lies)
How do you feel 'bout these trappers?
I don't believe 'em 'cause they not sellin' pies, ayy (They not sellin' pies)
All of my niggas 'bout action
They come through, they take your life (They take your life)
Tell me what you know about them Rugers, Glizzies, .40's
Them nickels, and nines, ayy
Tell me what your life like (Uh)
You don't know nothin' 'bout mine (Nah, nah)
Your bitch, she all on my line (Yeah, yeah)
Textin' me, she wanna feel me inside, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
How do you feel 'bout these rappers? (Oh)
Swear all of these niggas is trash (Oh, oh)
Most of these niggas is pussies (Oh, oh)
They need to pull them panties out of their ass, ayy (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Billionaire Black]
How do I feel 'bout these niggas? (Oh)
None of these niggas official (Oh, oh)
All of these niggas is soft (Oh)
Softer than some fuckin' tissue (Oh, oh)
How do I feel 'bout these bitches? (Oh)
Most of these bitches is bops (Oh, oh)
Most of these bitches is thots (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Fuck a bitch, I'm still chasin' a knot, ayy (Oh, oh)
How do I feel 'bout the system? (System)
Swear that shit fucked up (Oh, oh)
Bro caught a body the other day, got away (Oh, oh)
Guess he lucked up, ayy (Oh, oh)
How do I feel 'bout them Swishers? (Oh)
I don't smoke them shits (No, no)
Backwood full of Piff, ayy (No, no)
Backwood with your bitch, ayy (Oh, oh)
How do I feel 'bout my niggas? (My niggas)
Swear to God I love gang, ayy (Oh, oh)
Swear them niggas insane, ayy (Them my bros)
Shootin' shit, gun range, ayy (No, no)
How do I feel 'bout that liquor? (Oh, oh)
I don't like gettin' drunk, ayy (Oh no)
Muddy troubles in my cup, ayy (Oh, oh)
Oh, Lord, I'm stuck (Let's get it), gang
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