indiana pt 1 (screwly g diss response) - billionaire black lyrics
[intro]
(block on da trakk)
(ayy, i don’t wanna hear none of it ’cause them n*ggas started this sh*t) you know
i was gon’ leave this sh*t alone, on foenem grave (how the f*ck you say my name in a song, goofy?)
uh, y’all are gon’ b*tch, uh (lil bill, the biggest, n*gga)
duck the world, n*gga, on foenem grave, n*gga, with your cheap ass
uh, uh, yur, uh*huh, uh (make me show my age, b*tch, lil bill)
[verse]
this won’t be long, i’ma make it quick, uh (i’ma make it quick)
how you call my phone, apologize, then make a diss? (then make a diss)
man, man, i ain’t beefin’ with no kids, i know this boy a b*tch, yur (i know a b*tch)
y’all want bapp to pop it, okay, y’all boys got me p*ssed
ooh, you know i roll with handlers, make me slide to indiana, uh (indiana)
they like, “bapp, you buggin’ out, that’s an indianimal” (goofy)
i smell blood and i see red, i feel like i’m hannibal (bleed)
say he gon’ smack me, must be dumb, better let your hammer blow (b*tch)
is you stupid? is you dumb? (is you dumb?)
run up on me, b*tch, i’m armed (i’m armed)
duck died with his gun in his hand, your brother died right in your arms (ha)
wanna be an opp n*gga so bad, n*ggas can’t even wait they turn (nah, sh*t)
slow down, bapp, uh*huh, uh (black win, uh, uh)
i’m ready to die, n*gga, i’m with all the beef (i’m with all the beef)
uh, n*gga, f*ck fyb, n*gga, i ain’t pushin’ peace (n*gga, i ain’t pushin’ peace)
uh, this sh*t for the elites, it ain’t for the weak (it ain’t for the weak)
since n*ggas say they smokin’ jerk, let’s roll up some tank
i’ll put a box on the glitch, this n*gga tried to run, but he trippin’ and fumblin’ (come here)
i’ll probably face me a g ’cause he doin’ f*ck sh*t, nah, n*gga, i don’t honor it
ooh, incognito, gucci ski on, i’ll put a f*ck n*gga under it (out of there)
bounce out broad day, do a hit, n*gga, ask the opps, i ain’t fumblin’
nah, nah, uh, go ask about me, know we chasin’ sh*t (know we chasin’ sh*t)
i wake up every day to a new n*gga on the ‘net chasin’ it, uh (bah)
bleach gang, we hawk ’em down, n*gga, we bakin’ sh*t, uh (bleach, bleach)
can’t wait ’til his cheap ass buy a chain, so, n*gga, i can take his sh*t
uh, uh, foenem like, “bapp, you a bug”
that boy a junky, spent his whole rap check on f*ckin’ drugs
all in his feelings, man, get your soft ass on, you ain’t never felt no love, uh
thought you was a gangster, n*gga, say it with your chest, i’m a thug, n*gga (uh)
war wounds, i broke my legs and still got slugs in me, n*gga (slugs in me)
when i’m in the ‘raq, i got my ggs and my dubs with it, n*gga (my dubs with it)
even on one leg, these n*ggas still couldn’t f*ck with me, n*gga (can’t f*ck with me)
and everybody hate bapp, but deep down, i still love these n*ggas, uh (uh*huh, sh*t)
[outro]
nah, for real
mama always told me love get you k!lled, though
so paint the city red, huh, bleed
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