BILLY MAYZ by Baeruuje Lyrics
[Intro: Baeruuje & Mikey Oliver]
I'm finna put my Crocs in fuckin' sports mode right now
Aw, shit
Like that?
(Yeah)
Oh, I gotta start rappin' now? Okay
[Verse 1: Baeruuje]
Seven Pounds of kush got me feelin' like I'm Will Smith
Swipin' AmEx cards, that's just the way life deal shit
Fucked up on a pill, fuck me harder, I can't feel shit
I'm a brat, not a Barbie, yeah, you fuckin' on a real bitch
Tell my dogs to heel, bitch, what I say, they understand it
On the mountain like I'm Moses, they follow my commandments
Put it all out on the table, show my hand, and then I slam it
Send my tape to yo' honey, yeah, he love me, he gon' jam it
I'm done with scammin', I'm just lookin' for the plays
Every shot I make is clean, wet 'em up likе Billy Mays
I ain't ask yo' man to worship, but he give me all his praisе
Easy part is gettin' money, even harder when it stays
[Verse 2: Baeruuje]
Knock me down eight times, bitch, I'm gettin' up all nine
I ain't no fuckin' rapper, shit I say just kinda rhyme
Say, we killin' all the fiends, motherfuckers out here dyin'
Those who chose to use it, use it, it just happens to be mine
It just happens to be white, I just happen to supply
Yo' bitch texted me last night, I just happened to reply
I ain't mean to go all out, I just happen to get by
Bitch, I'm ballin', ain't no Jumpman, I just happen to be fly
Throw my fours up in the sky, yeah, I rep my fuckin' hood
From the Roe to Hattiesburg, finna go back to Sherwood
Dallas then to Memphis, yeah, let's get this understood
It don't matter where I'm at, everywhere I go, I'm good
Yeah, I got it on me, bitch, don't ask me, you ain't Oprah
Makin' plays with a Trini, he keep all the j's doped up
Prayin' for my downfall, silly bitch, you just hoped up
We all goin' up, no matter what they told us
I'm finna put my Crocs in fuckin' sports mode right now
Aw, shit
Like that?
(Yeah)
Oh, I gotta start rappin' now? Okay
[Verse 1: Baeruuje]
Seven Pounds of kush got me feelin' like I'm Will Smith
Swipin' AmEx cards, that's just the way life deal shit
Fucked up on a pill, fuck me harder, I can't feel shit
I'm a brat, not a Barbie, yeah, you fuckin' on a real bitch
Tell my dogs to heel, bitch, what I say, they understand it
On the mountain like I'm Moses, they follow my commandments
Put it all out on the table, show my hand, and then I slam it
Send my tape to yo' honey, yeah, he love me, he gon' jam it
I'm done with scammin', I'm just lookin' for the plays
Every shot I make is clean, wet 'em up likе Billy Mays
I ain't ask yo' man to worship, but he give me all his praisе
Easy part is gettin' money, even harder when it stays
[Verse 2: Baeruuje]
Knock me down eight times, bitch, I'm gettin' up all nine
I ain't no fuckin' rapper, shit I say just kinda rhyme
Say, we killin' all the fiends, motherfuckers out here dyin'
Those who chose to use it, use it, it just happens to be mine
It just happens to be white, I just happen to supply
Yo' bitch texted me last night, I just happened to reply
I ain't mean to go all out, I just happen to get by
Bitch, I'm ballin', ain't no Jumpman, I just happen to be fly
Throw my fours up in the sky, yeah, I rep my fuckin' hood
From the Roe to Hattiesburg, finna go back to Sherwood
Dallas then to Memphis, yeah, let's get this understood
It don't matter where I'm at, everywhere I go, I'm good
Yeah, I got it on me, bitch, don't ask me, you ain't Oprah
Makin' plays with a Trini, he keep all the j's doped up
Prayin' for my downfall, silly bitch, you just hoped up
We all goin' up, no matter what they told us