Bi lyrics

[Intro]
Barnacle boy
Oh, really?

[Chorus]
My b*tch bi, the trigger bi, tell a n*gga, "Bye" (Bye-bye, bye, bye, bye)
The coat depend on what type of fye I got (Bop, bye, bye, bye)
Got the double Ds on a Gen5, this b*tch plus size (Brr, bye, bye, bye)
f*ck a drive-by, we gon' walk 'em down, b*tch, it's rush time (Bye, bye, bye)
Tie a n*gga up, we gon' tape his mouth, b*tch, it's hush time (Shh)
Exchangin' gunfire, who gon' drop first? b*tch, it's clutch time (Bop-bop, bop-bop)
b*tch, put the di*k in your mouth, it's nut time (Nut time)
Grrah, grrah (Yеah)

[Verse]
I walk on all fours like gorillas (Gorillas), I'm posin' with killers (Killers)
5.56, you gon' feel it, I walk up, shе's built like a belly (A belly)
You ain't got no money? You silly, why the f*ck was you dissin'?
You want a chain? b*tch, go on a mission
You wanna change? b*tch, you gotta get it
I put down the 9, picked up the .45, b*tch, I'm on some grown sh*t (I said)
I put down the 9, picked up the .45, b*tch, I'm on some grown sh*t (I said)
I put down the 9, picked up the .45, b*tch, I'm on some grown sh*t
Yeah, I'm on some grown sh*t, yeah, I'm on some grown sh*t
Huh, pull up on the n*gga block, I'm on some do you wrong sh*t (Buh-Buh-Buh)
pus*y-ass n*ggas be jackin' the style, no credit, these boys on some clone sh*t (What you said?)
Leave his ass stankin', I'm crackin' a smile, I'm like, "Where the cologne went?" (b*tch n*gga, give me that) "Where the cologne went?"
This a binary trigger, it rock all your fellas, no jigga (Brr, brr)
When we smoke' them lil' pussies, they turn into 'rettes, no ciga' (Cigarette, cigarette)
I be in all-black every day, for real, they wiggas
And these n*ggas not seein' me, I don't give a f*ck if they Hitler
I'm ridin' with some critters, tryna bang it out just like a cowboy
You ain't never did sh*t in that field, you was a towel boy
On my son, I been in multiple shootouts, boy
I know how to handle that sh*t, I don't ever gotta hit that dial, boy
[Bridge]
He on the phone tryna hit that dial, look at this pus*y-ass, man
b*tch-ass n*gga, I could really get all these n*ggas top, but
I'm on some rapper sh*t, man
Send a blitz at your dumb-ass, n*gga, comin' a hundred miles per hour

[Chorus]
My b*tch bi, the trigger bi, tell a n*gga, "Bye" (Bye-bye, bye, bye, bye)
The coat depend on what type of fye I got (Bop, bye, bye, bye)
Got the double Ds on a Gen5, this b*tch plus size (Brr, bye, bye, bye)
f*ck a drive-by, we gon' walk 'em down, b*tch, it's rush time (Bye, bye, bye)
Tie a n*gga up, we gon' tape his mouth, b*tch, it's hush time (Shh)
Exchangin' gunfire, who gon' drop first? b*tch, it's clutch time (Bop-bop, bop-bop)
b*tch, put the di*k in your mouth, it's nut time (Nut time)
Grrah, grrah (Yeah)