Billy Winfield - Yaaw Bitch (feat. Aske) Lyrics

Yeah, bitch, I could start a riot if I really wanted to
We walkin' on the crowd like a goddamn god, yaw bitch
I could pull up with a 50-round extension on my goddamn hip
You a goddamn fraud, yaw bitch
I've been touring around the globe doin' shows on the road
We don't never get no goddamn sleep, yaw bitch
I've been feelin' like a genius, cause we fallin' into sequence
Makin' bangers, got that goddamn heat
Yeah, bitch, I don't really give a f*ck what they be talkin' about
I know I need to focus on my goddamn goal
I can feel my energy, it's gettin' higher when the fire in the fans eyes
Start to leak, it's deep inside your soul
Oh, shit, Billy came to start a f*ckin' riot
Billy is a f*ckin' lion, I ain't never lyin' on a track
I'm excited when I rap, I keep the 40 by my side
In case they wanna come and test me, stay authentic with the craft
You will never see me down, I lift my spirit ride back
If I fall and hit my face, I can always double up
If the money moving slow, I guess it's back to movin' weight
I don't wanna do that shit, I'd rather chill and smoke a blunt
I crowd walk f*ck it I'ma trash talk
When you see me live, feel the music and the bass in the asphalt
Cash talk, never gonna let them redesign myself
Cause I know I'm a legendary exhault
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, shit
No sleep, been awake for like two days
Still bury tracks for the loose change
Mixin' the merch with designer, they heard that's your time up
Landin' from tour, we got more plays to line up
Songs in the club, now I need Atlanta
Chevy skirtin', ridin' higher than phantoms
Big 9, Milly lookin' bulky as f*ck
Clip pokin' out, I can never stay tucked
Extra hours, I'ma put them in
Run my city like the government
Niggas try to run through the gang, hit a brick wall
It's a whole different thing when I get caught
Whole brick of the cain, you an 8 ball
Birds flyin' low, shoot em' down
Money counter, still a soothing sound
You was switchin', now you losin' now
Oh, nigga, this is boss shit
Jump off the stage, hit a mosh pit
Flats of the OG, I remix and rock it
If I'm goin' broke, then I'm hittin' your pockets
Then I'm hittin' your pockets
Ayy
850 Gang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh shit