ANH - 18 DAYS lyrics

[Verse] My life ain't average, dawg Billy poppin' like Adderall You don't like me, I'm not mad at all You can listen to a different song Been on my grind like a motherfu*ker, Tony Hawk Been on my grind like a motherfu*ker eatin' chalk Don't call me unless there's money involved, I really ball (Billy) Keep your distance I might just go ballistic in this b*tch She told me she could feel it in her ribs I'm whippin' in a brand new Benz, I don't need new friends Never goin' back (Billy) All of my enemies have a heart attack You were a fan, don't you rеmember that? You make no sеnse, so here's your quarter back Getting brain, like Ivy League I've been an a**hole since ABC Since Halo 3 and Plain White Tees It's me, I'm Hasselhoff at the beach Flexin', capeesh I really don't sleep You ahead and then you make believe My car got no keys and I'm off that gasoline Run it up, I'm an athlete Run, run, run to the bucks Your mom in my DM, I'm 'bout to drink her up They want a feature, we got a line like duck Back to your mom, think I'm really in her guts In love with money, I'm 'bout to get me a tux I'm off the Henny, I'm really 'bout to throw up Squirrel, I'm goin' nuts 18 days in that studio, I'm gettin' moody, ho She wanna kick it, like judo Let's get it crackin', like the top of the bottle Billy on the track You want beef? Go to the meadow I'm getting bands, heavy metal Okay, that's right They really wanna be on my shoes, like Mike They really wanna copy and paste my life They really wanna ride on the wave, it's too high I'm too high Getting cheese, quesadilla, mama mia You know Billy ain't signin' a deal I've been poppin' since Happy Meals You still want beef? Go try the ville Ayy, ooh, damn, okay, woah, wait, I'm too real Tell a b*tch to get out, like Jordan Peele She really su*kin' like vacuum seal, I gotta peal I just wanted Lucille Ball Step in the mall and buy it all They know, they know who to call Christopher Walken to the bank, I'll fall Bam, pow, boom, wham Tell me this sh*t is your jam Tell me this sh*t gon' slap Michael Myers, I'm back Billy get it jumpin', like Jack Kuzco like the emperors new groove, got my groove on I'm too gone Bottoms up, like Trey Songz Really feelin' like James Bond, I'm on I'm really on top like King Kong [Outro] Ayo, look at what we got over here Ayo, you see this? We got beautiful fresh cut stuffed peppers