Billy Birkin
Kovin Kestnar & Graffik
GENRE
[Intro: Graffik]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Graffik]
We hit 'em down
Sprayin' rounds
Talkin' that shit (Talkin' that what?)
They can't find him now (Can't find the bitch)
They gon' gun him down
Run for your life
Run for your life, say goodbye
[Verse 1: Graffik]
Say goodbye to your man
Say goodbye to your clan (That's to your clan)
Now he can't find him
Now he gone, goddamn (No, no)
Yeah, he left under the rug
Bet his ass real snug
We fuckin' put him in a blunt
Smoke his bitch ass up, up
Yeah, he in a ash tray (Rat)
Fuck around and told his bitch to meet me halfway, uh (Damn)
Runnin' up a bag, that shit I can't waste, uh (Nah)
My name sit on the chain, that shit was handmade, uh (Let's go)
She call me handsome and exposed her breasts (And what?)
I know that you fakе, you really pussy 'cause I know the scеnt (Goddamn)
I just can't sit through none of your tracks, like, "Is it over yet?" (What?)
That bitch said that you only friends, she give me the grossest neck (Goddamn)
[Chorus: Graffik]
We hit 'em down
Sprayin' rounds
Talkin' that shit (Talkin' that what?)
They can't find him now (Can't find the bitch)
They gon' gun him down
Run for your life (Run, run)
Run for your life, say goodbye
[Verse 2: Kovin Kestnar]
Switch with the blade, got me feelin' like I'm Sphere Hunter
Cradle to the grave, camo lookin' like some deer hunter (Face)
I know you a stain, you been living with your dear mother
Go out with a bang, only clapping's when you hear thunder (Hah)
Tungsten plate sift weight, fuckin' up my grip tape
Bread ain't what the bricks make, but still I stand at six-eight
Frontin' when your drip fake, you're nothin' but a pisstake
Think you got a slick base, you're making what the kids make
I don't got a Cuban link, but I know where the Cubans link
Say the worth of therapy is measured when you screw your shrink
[Refrain: Kovin Kestnar & Graffik]
Big Birkin, uh, Billy Birkin, uh (Billy Birkin)
Big Birkin, uh, Billy Birkin, uh
Cam whores dot net (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, smart)
I'm on the last floor subset (I'm on the, ayy, ayy, ayy, walk)
I don't need cash nor dub check (Nah, nah, no cash, face)
Girl, these pants ain't out yet (Yeah, these pants ain't out, bitch, smart)
Big Birkin, uh, Billy Birkin, uh
Big Birkin, uh, Billy Birkin, uh
[Chorus: Graffik]
We hit 'em down
Sprayin' rounds
Talkin' that shit (Talkin' that what?)
They can't find him now (Can't find the bitch)
They gon' gun him down
Run for your life (Run, run)
Run for your life, say goodbye
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Graffik]
We hit 'em down
Sprayin' rounds
Talkin' that shit (Talkin' that what?)
They can't find him now (Can't find the bitch)
They gon' gun him down
Run for your life
Run for your life, say goodbye
[Verse 1: Graffik]
Say goodbye to your man
Say goodbye to your clan (That's to your clan)
Now he can't find him
Now he gone, goddamn (No, no)
Yeah, he left under the rug
Bet his ass real snug
We fuckin' put him in a blunt
Smoke his bitch ass up, up
Yeah, he in a ash tray (Rat)
Fuck around and told his bitch to meet me halfway, uh (Damn)
Runnin' up a bag, that shit I can't waste, uh (Nah)
My name sit on the chain, that shit was handmade, uh (Let's go)
She call me handsome and exposed her breasts (And what?)
I know that you fakе, you really pussy 'cause I know the scеnt (Goddamn)
I just can't sit through none of your tracks, like, "Is it over yet?" (What?)
That bitch said that you only friends, she give me the grossest neck (Goddamn)
[Chorus: Graffik]
We hit 'em down
Sprayin' rounds
Talkin' that shit (Talkin' that what?)
They can't find him now (Can't find the bitch)
They gon' gun him down
Run for your life (Run, run)
Run for your life, say goodbye
[Verse 2: Kovin Kestnar]
Switch with the blade, got me feelin' like I'm Sphere Hunter
Cradle to the grave, camo lookin' like some deer hunter (Face)
I know you a stain, you been living with your dear mother
Go out with a bang, only clapping's when you hear thunder (Hah)
Tungsten plate sift weight, fuckin' up my grip tape
Bread ain't what the bricks make, but still I stand at six-eight
Frontin' when your drip fake, you're nothin' but a pisstake
Think you got a slick base, you're making what the kids make
I don't got a Cuban link, but I know where the Cubans link
Say the worth of therapy is measured when you screw your shrink
[Refrain: Kovin Kestnar & Graffik]
Big Birkin, uh, Billy Birkin, uh (Billy Birkin)
Big Birkin, uh, Billy Birkin, uh
Cam whores dot net (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, smart)
I'm on the last floor subset (I'm on the, ayy, ayy, ayy, walk)
I don't need cash nor dub check (Nah, nah, no cash, face)
Girl, these pants ain't out yet (Yeah, these pants ain't out, bitch, smart)
Big Birkin, uh, Billy Birkin, uh
Big Birkin, uh, Billy Birkin, uh
[Chorus: Graffik]
We hit 'em down
Sprayin' rounds
Talkin' that shit (Talkin' that what?)
They can't find him now (Can't find the bitch)
They gon' gun him down
Run for your life (Run, run)
Run for your life, say goodbye
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