[Hook]
Bang bang, Billy's gun goes when it goes off
Glance at him, reach for the doze off
Bang bang, leave 'em with they clothes off
Can't hang so them bang bang bang bang
Bang bang Billy's gun goes when it goes off
Glance at him, reach for the doze off
Bang bang, leave 'em with they close off
Bang bang, Billy sang as he rode off
[Verse 1]
He tell them boys run for ya life
Give ya 6 blocks from my stun gun light up
Then he let em go just to get his kicks
Sound like 1 Mississippi Gun pump Mississippi PUM, PUM!
Ya oughta see that boy when the head hit the ground, oughta see that joy
Man man man man man I ain't do sh**
I, I ain't pull nothin' man man I ain't do sh**
Whatchu tryna say b**h, whatchu got me on the news?
Caught me on the camera, got ya little proof?
Matter fact Billy yes I do yes I yes I do
I called the boys in blue and they coming for ya crew
Ha! Riddle me that he giggled and grab at that gat he had up in his pocket
Long breath and pop it (pop)
Ya oughta see that boy when her head hit the ground gotta see that joy
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[Verse 2]
What's up b**h? I'm sipping Billy Dee
Keep a 44 stuffed in my dungarees
Just in case a clown wanna act foul
Just in case ya pal wanna get loud
I just beg ya cooperation lady please
All I really need is that little itty bitty room key
And a twist of the right weed
So can I get that? Come on b**h, let me get that
Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait, wait, tell me if it's true
Isn't you the dude I just seen up on the tube?
Ahh na na na na? I ain't here to talk to you
Then that thing drew go click click boom (BOOM)
Oughta see that boy when the head hit the ground gotta see that joy
Why they, why they, why they, why they f** with me?
American pie man I just want my piece
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[Verse 3]
Drip drip, water hit the sink
Water hit the sink, now the water hit the sink
Tick tick, Billy at the brink
Billy hit the brink while the water hit the sink
Lift up his head look into the mirror and what he say?
You really think we got a missing link sittin' in our brain?
Na na na Billy told you not to question me
I ain't really mean it though, this sh**'s just really stressing me
Silly child just sit down and write this recipe
You know, sometimes I wonder think my mom even remembers me
Already said this ain't the time for the bullsh**
Put the barrel to your head an show 'em how we do's this
Na na na I can't k** that man
The pistol did the k**ing that's the devil's right hand
(*BOOM BOOM*)
Had to see that boy with the gun to his head had to see that joy
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