NF Jay Dinero - Lil Billy

Yeah
Yeah
Told my lil hoe look don’t touch
All these tears i might start up a flood
Where they was when we ran outta drugs
Where they was when we needed some love
No help we come straight out the mud
Pay me money or owe me in blood
I been sitting back runnin it up
I been sitting back runnin it up
My shooter gone shoot i just drop a deposit
Lil brudda stay solid we dropping off bodies
To money i’m runnin, i’m making my profit
And i’m still getting money that’s why i’m the topic
My choppa been gay putting boys in the closet
I feel like lil Kutta take off like a rocket
And i hate the love word i ain’t loving nobody
And we hitting they block hit the opp thru a optics
Money hungry the kid got a fetish
I feel like the goat i been eating on lettuce
I’m fucking his hoe send a pic thru a message
Her nigga play wrong then i’m getting aggressive
For my bread turn yo boy into jelly
Aint tell you i love you lil bitch better dead it
Po wock by the dub when i’m fighting depression
Cause bills kinda late and my mama been stressing
My choppa gone flash like a camera
Them bullets gone melt like the wax in a candle
Aint fucking no duck tell a hoe i got standards
She eat the dick up on her knees i can’t stand her
Expensive lil nigga with elegance
Money and power, respect with intelligence
Shoot for my brudda, ain’t worried bout selfishness
Lil billy or Nero i’m still getting presidents
Nigga staring to hard take a picture
Bitch i been the one ain’t no man in the middle
Glock 23 baby MJ on the wizards
Tvo hit yo hoe you ain’t slide bout the issue
And i’m speaking all facts I ain’t diss you
I been getting money i’m still gone continue
100 Gorillas, 100 sum missiles
You ain’t talking money my glizzy dismiss you
Nigga cap on the net but ain’t ready
Theo in the chain he still trapping unleaded
They cant fuck with me they eat dick in a section
They wanna be opps gotta find a new method
Block me like a hoe boy you scary
Post up with lil Zay turn yo jam into jelly
They still got lil joe free my bro out the celly
Can’t fold on my gang i love them boys heavy
Told my lil hoe look don’t touch
All these tears i might start up a flood
Where they was when we ran outta drugs
Where they was when we needed some love
No help we come straight out the mud
Pay me money or owe me in blood
I been sitting back runnin it up
I been sitting back runnin it up
These niggas want beef well then let’s get it cracking
Ten in a shoe box probably ten in a mattress
I been my own boss starting to feel like my daddy
Put them boys in outfield the way they been cappin
I’m getting real high tryna plot on a opper
These niggas be 12, rats, coppers
We got all the act might just go win a Oscar
AJ steady getting them pints like the doctor
I put that on you, bitch i stay in the booth
When i hop in this bitch then i’m going insane
They still got my bro, so much love for lil joe
Think about you at night and it put me in pain
He drop a slick diss we gone go at his brain
No fuck it, slick diss we gone go at yo gang
He claim he a blood, he ain’t even street
So i’m starting to think he don’t even much bang
Different day we gone stack and get money
I hang with my apes my gorillas get hungry
223’s turn yo homeboy to a zombie
He say no comparison nigga you funny
My young niggas shooters
Post up in the hood i’m surrounded by hoovers
Played ball with lil perk then i turned to a shooter
Bitch watch how i bubble like i was a tumor
Nigga think that i’m cap ain’t no bluffing
We hit these hoes once we ain’t doing no loving
She say that she hungry put dick in her tummy
You ain’t getting money you ain’t doing nothing
Nigga swear that he hard but he block me
I run with my gang i run with my posse
Back and forth with my money i should've played hockey
I been sitting back lately let’s order a body
And i’m tired of the internet fuckery
You and yo gang y’all know y’all can’t fuck with me
You and yo gang y’all knowing wassup with me
You and yo gang know ain’t no bluff in me
Nigga play the wrong way put his dick in the dirt
Nigga say the wrong thing put a opp on a shirt
Bitch it’s June 24th i’m young and turnt
Bitch i made 17 i’m young and turnt
Told my lil hoe look don’t touch
All these tears i might start up a flood
Where they was when we ran outta drugs
Where they was when we needed some love
No help we come straight out the mud
Pay me money or owe me in blood
I been sitting back runnin it up
I been sitting back runnin it up

Written by:
Jordan Woodson

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