Banatipapi - BILLY BOP Lyrics

Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Ahh
Ahh
Ahh
Ahh
Yeah
It's Papi
Why do these niggas be talking that shit
Keep playing tough boy and you gone get hit
I mean what I say, I'm way too legit
Smith and Wesson with the extended clip
Bullet holes hit your body it just ripped
Can you not get blood on my kicks
Put new Balenciaga's on my bitch
Then I went frostbite on my wrist
You billy bop not niggas not with the shit
Stop talking tough like your head can't get split
I'm feeling like Brad, slice em' through the pit
Always been smart, I got a lot of whit
You playing with needles, better learn to knit
You not what you claim, I'm calling hypocrite
I'm calling you out, don't throw a fit
Y'all niggas is fake, hella counterfeit
Nigga you lame
Why are you acting so tough?
Pussy I'm calling your bluff
I'm just tryna get high and stay out the way
I grab the bamboo and I stuff
It with a lot of green
Smoking on kerosene
I saw you grab a bean
Mix it in with the lean
But you not claiming fiend
I'm thinking different
If I pull up on you
How could you miss it?
Who who who
Aiming at you you you
You sweet as honey lil' nigga
I'm calling you Winnie the Pooh Pooh Pooh
(Yeah)
Best believe my windows tinted and new my car is not rented
Give a fuck about a image
Dig a hole and throw you in it
Get the fuck up out my business
(Aye)
You was never in the trenches
I was fucking on the bitches
Had to butter up the biscuits
Hmm hmm it's finger licking
Please do not be a witness
What I do to the pussy is viscous
Sorry step back please keep your distance
I am too hot bitch did I mention
Young papi in another dimension
Shut your mouth
Let me get your attention
Like I walked In while eating chicken
I know what I said, now get out your feelings
I stay with a drum, I call it concealing
I know where I'm going and there is no limit
Ima hit you where it hurt so you feel it
Grab a camera man so he can reel it
Since a younging bitch, I been the realist
Why do these niggas be talking that shit
Keep playing tough boy and you gone get hit
I mean what I say, I'm way too legit
Smith and Wesson with the extended clip
Bullet holes hit your body it just ripped
Can you not get blood on my kicks
Put new Balenciaga's on my bitch
Then I went frostbite on my wrist
You billy bop not niggas not with the shit
Stop talking tough like your head can't get split
I'm feeling like Brad, slice em' through the pit
Always been smart, I got a lot of whit
You playing with needles, better learn to knit
You not what you claim, I'm calling hypocrite
I'm calling you out, don't throw a fit
Y'all niggas is fake, hella counterfeit

Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Ahh
Ahh
Ahh
Ahh
Yeah
It's Papi
Why do these niggas be talking that shit
Keep playing tough boy and you gone get hit
I mean what I say, I'm way too legit
Smith and Wesson with the extended clip
Bullet holes hit your body it just ripped
Can you not get blood on my kicks
Put new Balenciaga's on my bitch
Then I went frostbite on my wrist
You billy bop not niggas not with the shit
Stop talking tough like your head can't get split
I'm feeling like Brad, slice em' through the pit
Always been smart, I got a lot of whit
You playing with needles, better learn to knit
You not what you claim, I'm calling hypocrite
I'm calling you out, don't throw a fit
Y'all niggas is fake, hella counterfeit
Nigga you lame
Why are you acting so tough?
Pussy I'm calling your bluff
I'm just tryna get high and stay out the way
I grab the bamboo and I stuff
It with a lot of green
Smoking on kerosene
I saw you grab a bean
Mix it in with the lean
But you not claiming fiend
I'm thinking different
If I pull up on you
How could you miss it?
Who who who
Aiming at you you you
You sweet as honey lil' nigga
I'm calling you Winnie the Pooh Pooh Pooh
(Yeah)
Best believe my windows tinted and new my car is not rented
Give a fuck about a image
Dig a hole and throw you in it
Get the fuck up out my business
(Aye)
You was never in the trenches
I was fucking on the bitches
Had to butter up the biscuits
Hmm hmm it's finger licking
Please do not be a witness
What I do to the pussy is viscous
Sorry step back please keep your distance
I am too hot bitch did I mention
Young papi in another dimension
Shut your mouth
Let me get your attention
Like I walked In while eating chicken
I know what I said, now get out your feelings
I stay with a drum, I call it concealing
I know where I'm going and there is no limit
Ima hit you where it hurt so you feel it
Grab a camera man so he can reel it
Since a younging bitch, I been the realist
Why do these niggas be talking that shit
Keep playing tough boy and you gone get hit
I mean what I say, I'm way too legit
Smith and Wesson with the extended clip
Bullet holes hit your body it just ripped
Can you not get blood on my kicks
Put new Balenciaga's on my bitch
Then I went frostbite on my wrist
You billy bop not niggas not with the shit
Stop talking tough like your head can't get split
I'm feeling like Brad, slice em' through the pit
Always been smart, I got a lot of whit
You playing with needles, better learn to knit
You not what you claim, I'm calling hypocrite
I'm calling you out, don't throw a fit
Y'all niggas is fake, hella counterfeit