Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Billy Joe , by - Benny the Butcher. Release date: 10.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Billy Joe |
| Yeah, nigga |
| I don’t gotta say too much, ah |
| You know my track record, my reputation proceeds itself |
| Griselda |
| Everything you heard about me |
| Yo, Sammy told on they gave that boy immunity |
| They give a dope boy life, say we destroying communities |
| I let 'em make me out the villain, I stay |
| Y’all tryna do the pigs job, y’all like the boys in blue to me |
| I wasn’t really good at shit so selling poison suited me |
| Low based living, my pops avoided schooling me |
| So how I’m supposed to feel these hoes ain’t using me, making choices foolishly |
| It took a more to get through to me |
| Streets know I’m activated, don’t slack, I get at the paper |
| I’m one classic from great amongst these rappers today, but |
| I ain’t talked the kind of shit I’m talkin' til I had my weight up |
| Vino begging me to put a hundred slabs on |
| Laughing at my opps passing through like I catch you later, right |
| I’m driving fast shit like the cast from Talladega Nights |
| They’re comfortable on phones talkin' work on your line dangerous |
| I won’t sell another brick again til I learn sign language |
| On the first of the month I started with a fresh half |
| Then gave all my fiends rides to get their checks cashed |
| By the third of the month I still had the best glass |
| I served my next door neighbor, my auntie and stepdad |
| On the first of the month I started with a fresh half |
| Then gave all my fiends rides to get their checks cashed |
| By the third of the month I still had the best glass |
| I served my next door neighbor, my auntie and stepdad |
| Fuck all the critics, we did it the hard way |
| This for the check cashing spots on Fillmore and Broadway |
| I treat my city like Monopoly sitting on Park Place |
| The engine in the shit I’m whipping in fit for a car chase |
| I’m sick of all these fake bosses and temporary soldiers |
| I put twenty in a Toyota down in Tempe, Arizona |
| Rich shit, fuckin' famous hoes missionary on sofas |
| Thousand dollar suites on jets flying out to meet with my broker |
| But how it get to this? |
| Tell me, you ever sleep with a cobra? |
| And get hit with cheap work, you know the powder the soda |
| Damn, I count it out at half a million with my eyes closed |
| 'Cause this year I feel like I’m '99 Hov |
| I’m breaking records out settin' milestones out in Hawaiian time zones |
| Nobody cried when they killed Al 'Po |
| That’s still on the phones talkin' work on your line dangerous |
| I won’t sell another brick again til I learn sign language |
| On the first of the month I started with a fresh half |
| Then gave all my fiends rides to get their checks cashed |
| By the third of the month I still had the best glass |
| I served my next door neighbor, my auntie and stepdad |
| On the first of the month I started with a fresh half |
| Then gave all my fiends rides to get their checks cashed |
| By the third of the month I still had the best glass |
| I served my next door neighbor, my auntie and stepdad |