Kevin Kazi - Billie Eilish lyrics

Ayy, yeah ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah ayy, yeah
Ayy, what? Ayy, yeah
Ayy

What the fuck that nigga need? I told
Him meet me at the Citgo
Need a Billie Eilish, all white
Look like a brick of coke
You out here textin' hoes
I'm gettin neck and havin' sex with hoes
I'm finna sell my soul, bruh fuck a Perc
I need a Lexapro
I love prescriptions but I think I
Need to let 'em go
You did me wrong and, baby
I can never let it go
Ayy, v for vendetta hoe
I swear that message set in stone lil bitch
Don't text my phone unless you
Really tryna get a bone
She say she miss me, Wockhardt in my kidney
Ayy, in love with Billie
Tryna wife her really
Gon' catch a milly and put
It on her wrist piece
(gon' catch a milly and put
It on her wrist piece)

I got three iPhones in these Junya Wan jeans
Tryna marry Billie Eilish
Put some diamonds on a ring
You niggas be treatin' tricks
Like everyday is Halloween
Belly Ache, baby girl
I fell in love with the lean copycat, ayy
Y'all niggas really tryna jugg the steez
Pop a flat
Xanny got me six feet under in a dream
Roger that, tryna wife me up a popstar queen
Mix n match, cop designer, ayy
Money in my jeans

Ayy, don't smile at me, bitch
Don't play around with me bitch
Fuck around, Kung Lao
Chop you down in this bitch
Servin' pounds, I got pounds
Smokin' loud in this bitch
Hun'ed round, bring you down
Blowin' rounds in this bitch
Set fire to your whip, huh, golden crucifix
Jesus piece around my neck
But I'm a fuckin' atheist
My bitch gon' lick up on my dick
Lay her down with some kids
Ride around with a ounce
Road runnin' wit' a stick

I got three iPhones in these Junya Wan jeans
Tryna marry Billie Eilish
Put some diamonds on a ring
You niggas be treatin' tricks
Like everyday is Halloween
Belly Ache, baby girl
I fell in love with the lean copycat, ayy
Y'all niggas really tryna jugg the steez
Pop a flat
Xanny got me six feet under in a dream
Roger that, tryna wife me up a popstar queen
Mix n match, cop designer, ayy
Money in my jeans