[Intro: FBG Duck]
Ayy, Billy, they say they want that old shit, right?
You don't want no autotune, I don't want no autotune
The fans don't want no autotune (This how we coming?)
Turn up (Okay, cool)
Turn up, turn up, turn up ($B)
[Pre-Chorus: FBG Duck]
Look, I'm not with that fuck shit (I'm not), but I'll get on that fuck shit (I'll get on that)
I'm not with that trust shit (I'm not), got to watch who I fuck with (Got to watch niggas)
I know you won't pop shit (I know), so quit with that tough shit (So quit it)
'Cause all of that you be doin' is nonsense, we really pull up and slump shit (Pussy)
[Chorus: FBG Duck & Billionaire Black]
Oh, Lord, oh-oh-oh, Lord, oh, Lord
Somebody else just got shot
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord
He caught a— He caught a headshot
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, oh, Lord, oh, Lord
Somebody spotted his ass with that red dot (Ayy, we on a whole lot of that gang shit)
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, oh, Lord
Another dead opp (Woah, Clout God)
Oh, Lord
[Verse 1: Billionaire Black]
Gave that boy wings, he was heaven-sent
Masked up, don't leave no evidence
Pockets look like it's a settlement (That woah, damn)
Let that chopper make a melody (Glaow)
Bankroll like I'm Fresh, nigga (R.I.P. Fresh, nigga)
And you know I'm 'bout a bag (Band up)
Run up on me, you'll get wet, nigga (Ayy, ayy)
The fans want that old Black (Let's get it)
Ayy, pounds in the dumpster (Woo)
Run up, we'll trunk you (Boom), have my shooter slump you (Boom)
Put that on my mama (Work), take you from your mama (Work)
Thirty shots up in the llama and that bitch go blaah (Boom, boom-boom)
Niggas talkin' all this money (Woah)
Nigga, why you stuntin'? (Woah) Nigga, you ain't thumbin' (Woah)
You ain't really 'bout action (Yeah, yeah) We'll pull up with them ratchets (Go)
Fuck boy, pussy, know that (Go, go)
Bitch, I'm picture perfect, Kodak (Cheese)
If I blam at you, would ya blow back? (Blam)
Fuck nigga think he ballin', huh? Put some shells all in his throwback (Boom, boom, boom)
Your bitch on my wheels like a LoJack (Bitch)
I gave her my dick, told her, "Hold that"
Shoot him in his face, bail out in the straight, then I go see where the hoes at
Gang!
Ayy, Billy, they say they want that old shit, right?
You don't want no autotune, I don't want no autotune
The fans don't want no autotune (This how we coming?)
Turn up (Okay, cool)
Turn up, turn up, turn up ($B)
[Pre-Chorus: FBG Duck]
Look, I'm not with that fuck shit (I'm not), but I'll get on that fuck shit (I'll get on that)
I'm not with that trust shit (I'm not), got to watch who I fuck with (Got to watch niggas)
I know you won't pop shit (I know), so quit with that tough shit (So quit it)
'Cause all of that you be doin' is nonsense, we really pull up and slump shit (Pussy)
[Chorus: FBG Duck & Billionaire Black]
Oh, Lord, oh-oh-oh, Lord, oh, Lord
Somebody else just got shot
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord
He caught a— He caught a headshot
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, oh, Lord, oh, Lord
Somebody spotted his ass with that red dot (Ayy, we on a whole lot of that gang shit)
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, oh, Lord
Another dead opp (Woah, Clout God)
Oh, Lord
[Verse 1: Billionaire Black]
Gave that boy wings, he was heaven-sent
Masked up, don't leave no evidence
Pockets look like it's a settlement (That woah, damn)
Let that chopper make a melody (Glaow)
Bankroll like I'm Fresh, nigga (R.I.P. Fresh, nigga)
And you know I'm 'bout a bag (Band up)
Run up on me, you'll get wet, nigga (Ayy, ayy)
The fans want that old Black (Let's get it)
Ayy, pounds in the dumpster (Woo)
Run up, we'll trunk you (Boom), have my shooter slump you (Boom)
Put that on my mama (Work), take you from your mama (Work)
Thirty shots up in the llama and that bitch go blaah (Boom, boom-boom)
Niggas talkin' all this money (Woah)
Nigga, why you stuntin'? (Woah) Nigga, you ain't thumbin' (Woah)
You ain't really 'bout action (Yeah, yeah) We'll pull up with them ratchets (Go)
Fuck boy, pussy, know that (Go, go)
Bitch, I'm picture perfect, Kodak (Cheese)
If I blam at you, would ya blow back? (Blam)
Fuck nigga think he ballin', huh? Put some shells all in his throwback (Boom, boom, boom)
Your bitch on my wheels like a LoJack (Bitch)
I gave her my dick, told her, "Hold that"
Shoot him in his face, bail out in the straight, then I go see where the hoes at
Gang!
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