Billie Eilish by Kevin Kazi Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, what?
Ayy, yeah
Ayy
[Chorus]
I got three iPhones in these Junya-Wan jeans
Tryna marry Billie Eilish, put some diamonds on a ring
You niggas be treatin' tricks like everyday is Halloween
Belly Ache, baby girl, I fell in love with the lean
Copycat, ayy, y'all niggas really tryna jugg the steez
Pop a flat, Xanny got me six feet under in a dream
Roger that, tryna wife me up a popstar queen
Mix n match, cop designer, ayy, money in my jeans
[Verse 1]
What the fuck that nigga need? I told him meet me at the Citgo
Need a Billie Eilish, all white, look like a brick of coke
You out here textin' hoes, I'm gettin neck and havin' sex with hoes
I'm finna sell my soul, bruh fuck a Perc, I need a Lexapro
I love prescriptions but I think I need to let 'em go
You did me wrong and, baby, I can never let it go
Ayy, v for vendetta hoe, I swear that message set in stone
Lil bitch, don't text my phone unless you really tryna get a bone
She say she miss me, Wockhardt in my kidney
Ayy, in love with Billie, tryna wife her really
Gon' catch a milly and put it on her wrist piece
(gon' catch a milly and put it on her wrist piece)
[Chorus]
I got three iPhones in these Junya Wan jeans
Tryna marry Billie Eilish, put some diamonds on a ring
You niggas be treatin' tricks like everyday is Halloween
Belly Ache, baby girl, I fell in love with the lean
Copycat, ayy, y'all niggas really tryna jugg the steez
Pop a flat, Xanny got me six feet under in a dream
Roger that, tryna wife me up a popstar queen
Mix n match, cop designer, ayy, money in my jeans
[Verse 2]
Ayy, don't smile at me, bitch, don't play around with me bitch
Fuck around, Kung Lao, chop you down in this bitch
Servin' pounds, I got pounds, smokin' loud in this bitch
Hun'ed round, bring you down, blowin' rounds in this bitch
Set fire to your whip, huh, golden crucifix
Jesus piece around my neck, but I'm a fuckin' atheist
My bitch gon' lick up on my dick, lay her down with some kids
Ride around with a ounce, road runnin' wit' a stick
[Chorus]
I got three iPhones in these Junya-Wan jeans
Tryna marry Billie Eilish, put some diamonds on a ring
You niggas be treatin' tricks like everyday is Halloween
Belly Ache, baby girl, I fell in love with the lean
Copycat, ayy, y'all niggas really tryna jugg the steez
Pop a flat, Xanny got me six feet under in a dream
Roger that, tryna wife me up a popstar queen
Mix n match, cop designer, ayy, money in my jeans
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, what?
Ayy, yeah
Ayy
[Chorus]
I got three iPhones in these Junya-Wan jeans
Tryna marry Billie Eilish, put some diamonds on a ring
You niggas be treatin' tricks like everyday is Halloween
Belly Ache, baby girl, I fell in love with the lean
Copycat, ayy, y'all niggas really tryna jugg the steez
Pop a flat, Xanny got me six feet under in a dream
Roger that, tryna wife me up a popstar queen
Mix n match, cop designer, ayy, money in my jeans
[Verse 1]
What the fuck that nigga need? I told him meet me at the Citgo
Need a Billie Eilish, all white, look like a brick of coke
You out here textin' hoes, I'm gettin neck and havin' sex with hoes
I'm finna sell my soul, bruh fuck a Perc, I need a Lexapro
I love prescriptions but I think I need to let 'em go
You did me wrong and, baby, I can never let it go
Ayy, v for vendetta hoe, I swear that message set in stone
Lil bitch, don't text my phone unless you really tryna get a bone
She say she miss me, Wockhardt in my kidney
Ayy, in love with Billie, tryna wife her really
Gon' catch a milly and put it on her wrist piece
(gon' catch a milly and put it on her wrist piece)
[Chorus]
I got three iPhones in these Junya Wan jeans
Tryna marry Billie Eilish, put some diamonds on a ring
You niggas be treatin' tricks like everyday is Halloween
Belly Ache, baby girl, I fell in love with the lean
Copycat, ayy, y'all niggas really tryna jugg the steez
Pop a flat, Xanny got me six feet under in a dream
Roger that, tryna wife me up a popstar queen
Mix n match, cop designer, ayy, money in my jeans
[Verse 2]
Ayy, don't smile at me, bitch, don't play around with me bitch
Fuck around, Kung Lao, chop you down in this bitch
Servin' pounds, I got pounds, smokin' loud in this bitch
Hun'ed round, bring you down, blowin' rounds in this bitch
Set fire to your whip, huh, golden crucifix
Jesus piece around my neck, but I'm a fuckin' atheist
My bitch gon' lick up on my dick, lay her down with some kids
Ride around with a ounce, road runnin' wit' a stick
[Chorus]
I got three iPhones in these Junya-Wan jeans
Tryna marry Billie Eilish, put some diamonds on a ring
You niggas be treatin' tricks like everyday is Halloween
Belly Ache, baby girl, I fell in love with the lean
Copycat, ayy, y'all niggas really tryna jugg the steez
Pop a flat, Xanny got me six feet under in a dream
Roger that, tryna wife me up a popstar queen
Mix n match, cop designer, ayy, money in my jeans