[Intro]
(Something's in the—)
(Pink)
Yeah
Hi Billie
[Part I: "bad guy"]
[Verse 1]
Pop-pop with the flow, drop-drop, get it low
Yah, yah, finna go, top five, Billie goat
Clothes with design from Milan, my fit is bold
Bro did his time like a stopwatch, get him home
On lock with the ho, hot box with the smoke
IRS pro'ly see this little rich kid
Wanna freeze my cheese like a hot pocket in cold
Openin' her walls 'til it's lookin' like a hall, Arsenio
Foie gras with a loaf
Chop-chop, bring the bros, white wine, finna toast
Whole day spit, but I'm nighttime with the hoes
Bro don't strip, but he might slide with the pole, pole, pole
Why your hype die? 'Causе my light hit the globe
Hide insidе mine, you guys might get a glow
Find the WiFi and find my video
It's “Hip-hop Twitter” gon' have a field day, uh (Yeah)
Bitch got Fendi on, know she feel great (Yeah)
If she wearin' True Religion, it’s a deal break (Yeah)
Fuck it, rappers get a little bit of money
Post a California roll and think they really doing something (Yeah)
Me, I got good taste way beyond the money
Put Balenci' in the suitcase, Chrome Heart be on me
Got a homie with a new piece, he Mahatma Gandhi
Cheerleader, it’s the routine if he caught a body-ody-ody
[Part II: "bury a friend"]
[Verse 2]
He Megan with it, I salute him for that
The God is movin', you gotta do hallelujahs for that
My broad is Jewish, Shabbat, she give top as soon she back
My pop music will probably plop me new on the map (Yeah, yeah)
I drop you in your tracks, my guy shoot when he mad
He in arts and crafts class, he hot glue with the strap
My stock boomin', in fact, if you think I'ma fall below
You witness mission impossible, Tom Cruise in the cast
I'm not you, you can never be too different
Zoom, zoom with a few cool bitches
All different colors on the table like they balls in a game of pool
I’m the pool cue hittin'
Millionaire, hit me, dog, yeah
Fair like Billie blond hair, get me on air
Token got the voice to bring the bitches all with him all there
Then seduce 'em with a Giveon flair
[Part III: "Therefore I Am"]
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I ain't surprised when they call it corny
It's corny I gotta do this shit
For you to group me with these artists that I’m out-performing (Yeah, yeah)
How’s your morning?
I woke up in a ten-thousand dollar bed with a Persian bitch
Lookin' for the “cringy lyrical” starter kit
But I could only find some rich person shit
I got an album comin', sure you'll get the word of it, uh-huh
I swerve a bit and kick the curb, just
Like I did with her and shit, the whip reverse, my pinky worth a
Couple K, I'm kiddin', bitch, it’s just a third of it, uh-huh
Kill the shit and skip the verdict, bitch, the jury must be hung
(Something's in the—)
(Pink)
Yeah
Hi Billie
[Part I: "bad guy"]
[Verse 1]
Pop-pop with the flow, drop-drop, get it low
Yah, yah, finna go, top five, Billie goat
Clothes with design from Milan, my fit is bold
Bro did his time like a stopwatch, get him home
On lock with the ho, hot box with the smoke
IRS pro'ly see this little rich kid
Wanna freeze my cheese like a hot pocket in cold
Openin' her walls 'til it's lookin' like a hall, Arsenio
Foie gras with a loaf
Chop-chop, bring the bros, white wine, finna toast
Whole day spit, but I'm nighttime with the hoes
Bro don't strip, but he might slide with the pole, pole, pole
Why your hype die? 'Causе my light hit the globe
Hide insidе mine, you guys might get a glow
Find the WiFi and find my video
It's “Hip-hop Twitter” gon' have a field day, uh (Yeah)
Bitch got Fendi on, know she feel great (Yeah)
If she wearin' True Religion, it’s a deal break (Yeah)
Fuck it, rappers get a little bit of money
Post a California roll and think they really doing something (Yeah)
Me, I got good taste way beyond the money
Put Balenci' in the suitcase, Chrome Heart be on me
Got a homie with a new piece, he Mahatma Gandhi
Cheerleader, it’s the routine if he caught a body-ody-ody
[Part II: "bury a friend"]
[Verse 2]
He Megan with it, I salute him for that
The God is movin', you gotta do hallelujahs for that
My broad is Jewish, Shabbat, she give top as soon she back
My pop music will probably plop me new on the map (Yeah, yeah)
I drop you in your tracks, my guy shoot when he mad
He in arts and crafts class, he hot glue with the strap
My stock boomin', in fact, if you think I'ma fall below
You witness mission impossible, Tom Cruise in the cast
I'm not you, you can never be too different
Zoom, zoom with a few cool bitches
All different colors on the table like they balls in a game of pool
I’m the pool cue hittin'
Millionaire, hit me, dog, yeah
Fair like Billie blond hair, get me on air
Token got the voice to bring the bitches all with him all there
Then seduce 'em with a Giveon flair
[Part III: "Therefore I Am"]
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I ain't surprised when they call it corny
It's corny I gotta do this shit
For you to group me with these artists that I’m out-performing (Yeah, yeah)
How’s your morning?
I woke up in a ten-thousand dollar bed with a Persian bitch
Lookin' for the “cringy lyrical” starter kit
But I could only find some rich person shit
I got an album comin', sure you'll get the word of it, uh-huh
I swerve a bit and kick the curb, just
Like I did with her and shit, the whip reverse, my pinky worth a
Couple K, I'm kiddin', bitch, it’s just a third of it, uh-huh
Kill the shit and skip the verdict, bitch, the jury must be hung
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