Bill Gatin

And I’m still gangin'
Heard my name ain’t left they mouths choppa still sangin'
SOB that’s the click bitch I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these niggas bitch we Bill Gatin'
Bitch I’m Da
Bitch I’m Da
Bitch I’m DaBoii, who the fuck is you nigga?
And I’m still gangin'
Heard my name ain’t left they mouths choppa still sangin'
SOB that’s the click bitch I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these niggas bitch we Bill Gatin'
And I’m still gangin'
Heard my name ain’t left they mouths choppa still sangin'
SOB that’s the click bitch I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these niggas bitch we Bill Gatin'
Bitch I’m DaBoii, that’s what my real name is
Everywhere I shouldn’t be but it don’t feel dangerous
Ball like Calvin, but not Klein, bitch I’m still Cambridge
If I want the shit then I’ma take it, you can kill patience
They know me everywhere I go but I don’t feel famous
Nigga I just downed a fifth of Henn but I don’t feel faded
Nigga I ain’t been to church in years but bitch I’m still prayin'
Pop in the hood and fix the issue, we got real manners
I’m comfortable up in the club, I brought the strap in here
I bet yo' life I’ll up that bitch if niggas acting weird
We grab the Wok by the brick, I never had a beer
Black hoodie zipped to thee top, that’s my savage gear
When I see niggas, niggas run, niggas cheetah girls
You that dog that get excited when you see a squirrel (Nerd)
Hair still nappy as fuck you’ll never see a curl
Might throw a punch that I can eat but I ain’t eatin' pearl
And I’m still gangin'
Heard my name ain’t left they mouths choppa still sangin'
SOB that’s the click bitch I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these niggas bitch we Bill Gatin'
And I’m still gangin'
Heard my name ain’t left they mouths choppa still sangin'
SOB that’s the click bitch I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these niggas bitch we Bill Gatin'
Put on my shades when I leave home and then start actin' different
When we start handing out them L’s we ain’t rematching niggas
He dissed the gang and got popped up, now bitch who laughing wit' 'em?
I’ll Money Mike a ho and get to slappin' bitches
I’m like A.I. up in the booth, I’m yelling, «Practice why?»
'Til I’m up some shit I can’t pronounce I won’t be satisfied
Take a nigga head up off his shoulders, what you had in mind?
Heard the opps looking for fang like I have him advertised
Big, Body, Yoking
Shout out Clyde The Mack from the West of Oakland
Every time I shoot my shot it’s like the shit wide open
When I was young that’s when the game got soaked in
I smoke lots of trees
So come and cop from me
Bitch it’s DaBoii, two I’s no apostrophes
I gets guapanese
And send shots for free
Three opps, one thirty, ten shots a piece
On the gang
And I’m still gangin'
Heard my name ain’t left they mouths choppa still sangin'
SOB that’s the click bitch I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these niggas bitch we Bill Gatin'
And I’m still gangin'
Heard my name ain’t left they mouths choppa still sangin'
SOB that’s the click bitch I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these niggas bitch we Bill Gatin'