CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Billy Dat (Remix)

Yo, Trey Way
Mega, you played that boy

Tell em pop out where it's litty at
Really homie? Billy dat
Where all the 0-trey biddies at
Gansta party, that's a Fendi fact
Weed rolled, where the Henny at
Billy up, Billy dat
Red-Stuy is where we really at
Billy up n***a, Billy dat
Tell em pop out where it's litty at
Really homie? Billy dat
Where all the 0-trey biddies at
Gansta party, Fendi fact
Weed rolled, where the Henny at
Billy up, Billy dat
Rеd-Stuy is where we rеally at
Billy up n***a, Billy dat

Walk up in the spot like gimmie dat
sh*t match, penny pack
All in designer, don't skip a rack
f**k the Balmains, those dont fit the scrap
Red chucks low cut, laces on the floor, I'm really 9 Trey
B hop all over n***a face ever disrespect the gang
Always red flag when I Billy Bop
Paint the town red, make the bitty hot
Bang like them n***as from Cedar Grove
Trip on my set you get pita rolled
Chuck it up, soo-woop
Puss gotta be fat like a moose knuckle
Pockets triple fat, like a goose bubble
Lotta raps let my goons touch you
Put some baby in the kitty
And my apes gettin' filthy
Shoutout to blazin' billys
Double R if you feel me
Roll around me no achilles
We don't ever need a safety
Keep on shootin' till his face bleeds
n***a I put that on Stacey
All of my n***as I be with is Milly, they hold their own weight
BBA will ride, We blow, We don't bend, we don't fold, we don't break
I came to Cali to get battle Fought with Big Boys
I ain't smoking no shake
Left shorty in the BnB with all the skeet was all on her face

Tell em pop out where it's litty at
Really homie? Billy dat
Where all the 0-trey biddies at
Gansta party, that's a Fendi fact
Weed rolled, where the Henny at
Billy up, Billy dat
Red-Stuy is where we really at
Billy up n***a, Billy dat
Tell em pop out where it's litty at
Really homie? Billy dat
Where all the 0-trey biddies at
Gansta party, Fendi fact
Weed rolled, where the Henny at
Billy up, Billy dat
Red-Stuy is where we really at
Billy up n***a, Billy dat

6ix9ine this and 6ix9ine that
n***as on my d**k and on my yack
These n***as lookin' for me, you could hit my jack
I done dropped my address, y'all know where 6ix9ine at
I don't flock, yeah, nine to his back like Ibaka
Baka, not nice, with the f**kin' choppa
Pop 'em, scope on the n***a, who shot ya?
Dropped him, somebody call a f**kin' doctor!
d**k up in the pu**y, bet that sh*t get gushy, gushy
She want the whole gang bussin' all in her pu**y
I want the drip, drip while I get my d**k licked
Lil' sick b*t*h, lickin' on my d**k tip
She a freak ho, f**k her, she on beast mode
Arch your back, put your hands on your knees, ho
I'm on beast mode, shoot you through your peep-hole
Said he want smoke, I don't really see it though

Tell em pop out where it's litty at
Really homie? Billy dat
Where all the 0-trey biddies at
Gansta party, that's a Fendi fact
Weed rolled, where the Henny at
Billy up, Billy dat
Red-Stuy is where we really at
Billy up n***a, Billy dat
Tell em pop out where it's litty at
Really homie? Billy dat
Where all the 0-trey biddies at
Gansta party, Fendi fact
Weed rolled, where the Henny at
Billy up, Billy dat
Red-Stuy is where we really at
Billy up n***a, Billy dat