How You Feeling Dee Billz

(Graah, Graah, like)
(Dee Billz)
(Ge-Get to the money)
(Suck my dick)
(Graah, Graah, Graah)

Call Woo, with the banger
Meet his maker, see ya later
I'm chasing paper, we got our races
She neaky, drink no chaser
Like, brodie how you feeling?
Feeling prolific, in the fabric, like
Watch how I run up the digits
[?] on court, like a maverick, graah
And bro just flew out from OT
He in the towns, toting a switch
Backdoor, if they try to switch
Gotta watch him, heard you a snitch, like
Say you gon’ kill me, he lying
Im outside, why you ain't sliding?
Spooky movie, Michael Myers, graah
Put him on a flyer, graah
Roll him he dead, in the Marley
Yeah I got a baddie, she look like a barbie
Toting the .40, with ya shorty
Fazo he bugging, shoot like Robert Horry
[?] got the knocka', he a shotta
Hollows bun him, no Lava
Nunu swerving, Jay burn him
Fuck the opps, them niggas be turning
Ball like I’m Jordan, know I'm scoring
Kick her out, 'cause that bitch hella boring
Feel like im leaning, off the wock
I hold on her locks when I hit she like-
Don't move wock, Fazo go the .80
Dare a nigga try to move crazy, like
30 got me lazy, like
Balling like McGrady, graah
Know I'm Nick, bro got the cannon
Body rocking, got him dancing
PSA, that's the anthem
Set him up, for a ransom, graah
They know my body, they know I tweak
Im 'bout to black out, like
Im 'bout to black out, with the mac out
Clear the background, graah
Choppa hit his kufi, damn
Bust it to the toosie
Sippin casa, got me loopy
Shorty a groupie, rub on her booty
She gotta go, can’t trip ’bout a bitch or a hoe
Know how it go, gotta get low
Like, turn him to a O, graah
Damn, Damn, Damn
Said he gon' slide like, why he ain’t do it yet?
Bro toting Juliet, like
Why he ain't come shoot me yet?
[?] throw up the set
[?] do it the best, like
Hit him in his chest, like
Not checkers, this is chess, graah