The Fuccbois - Joel

Spend 30 bands on a drop top electric
Listen to my rhymes, yeah you know my shit's eccentric
Naming your kids Joel's like naming your kids Frederick
I don't fuck with no bitches if their last name is Hetrick
Fuck your bitch with a pelvic thrust
And your car's covered in the fucking rust
And your bitch got the pussy crust
You can't even fucking bust
Just listen to me, I'll show you how to make your rhymes go silly
My name is Billy, puffing on some loud clouds really
My bitch hot like some fucking chilli, uh
Have a broken heart cuz I am not smart
I fell in love with somebody who tore me apart
I'm sick of lying, sick of trying, sick of fighting for the one
Why don't you just let me die so I can be fucking gone?
I have no more excuses, I have nothing to say
Before she broke my heart she made my day every day
I don't give a fuck, I just want her to stay
She don't give a fuck about me, well that's ok
I'ma fucking thrive when I rise
Get the prize, fuck your lies
Yeah I'm nice, put your hands up to the sky
I want you back, but I can't
So I rant, and I chant
Bitch I know I lack
Go back in time to our prime
But I can't, so it's wack
And I see you doing fine
Drink some wine, cuz I'm fine
Doing crime all the time
Now I'm sad cuz she won't take me back
Pull up in the new whip, floss
I'ma be in the spot with the Ziplocks
Tell your bois I'ma be there with the new glocks
10 bands on an 18k watch
15 bands on the bottles at the spot
200 bands on the cars in the garage
800 bands on a brand new crib
87 bands on the shit that's on my wrist
I'm in the mainline, two at the same time
Bitches in the hotel circling the drain
I'm bout to go hard in the trap, boss
Bout to pull up with the drip, drop
And my Roli don't tick-tock
Whole year's pay on a wristwatch
When she found you your bitch lost
I'ma pull up and I'ma hit, gone, Star

Written by:
Fernando Gonzalez, Jake Perry, William Hunter

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