Bill Gatin lyrics

[Intro]
And I'm still gangin'
Heard my name ain't left they mouths, choppa still sangin'
SOB, that's the clique, b*tch, I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these n*ggas, b*tch, we Bill Gatin'
b*tch, I'm Da— b*tch, I'm Da—
b*tch, I'm DaBoii, who the f*ck is you n*gga?

[Chorus]
And I'm still gangin'
Heard my name ain't left they mouths, choppa still sangin'
SOB, that's the clique, b*tch, I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these n*ggas, b*tch, we Bill Gatin'
And I'm still gangin'
Heard my name ain't left they mouths, choppa still sangin'
SOB, that's the clique, b*tch, I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these n*ggas, b*tch, we Bill Gatin'

[Verse 1]
b*tch, I'm DaBoii, that's what my real name is
Everywhere I shouldn't be, but it don't feel dangerous
Ball like Calvin, but not Klein, b*tch, I'm still Cambridge
If I want the sh*t, then I'ma take it, you can kill patience
They know me everywhere I go, but I don't feel famous
n*gga, I just downed a fifth of Henn, but I don't feel faded
n*gga, I ain't been to church in years, but b*tch, I'm still prayin'
Pop in the hood and fix the issue, we got real manners
I'm comfortable up in the club, I brought the strap in here
I bet yo' life I'll up that b*tch if n*ggas acting weird
We grab the Wock' by the brick, I never had a beer
Black hoodie zipped to the top, that's my savage gear
When I see n*ggas, n*ggas run, n*ggas Cheetah Girls
You that dog that get excited when you see a squirrel (Nerd)
Hair still nappy as f*ck, you'll never see a curl
Might throw a punch that I can eat but I ain't eatin' pearl
[Chorus]
And I'm still gangin'
Heard my name ain't left they mouths, choppa still sangin'
SOB, that's the clique, b*tch, I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these n*ggas, b*tch, we Bill Gatin'
And I'm still gangin'
Heard my name ain't left they mouths, choppa still sangin'
SOB, that's the clique, b*tch, I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these n*ggas, b*tch, we Bill Gatin'

[Verse 2]
Put on my shades when I leave home and then start actin' different
When we start handing out them L's we ain't rematching n*ggas
He dissed the gang and got popped up, now b*tch, who laughing wit' 'em?
I'll Money Mike a ho and get to slappin' b*tches
I'm like A.I. up in the booth, I'm yelling, "Practice, why?"
'Til I'm up some sh*t I can't pronounce I won't be satisfied
Take a n*gga head up off his shoulders, what you had in mind?
Heard the opps looking for Fang like I have him advertised
Big body yokin'
Shout out Clyde The Mack from the West of Oakland
Every time I shoot my shot, it's like the sh*t wide open
When I was young, that's when the game got soaked in
I smoke lots of trees, so come and cop from me
b*tch, it's DaBoii, two Is no apostrophes
I gets guapanese and send shots for free
Three opps, one thirty, ten shots a piece, on the gang
[Chorus]
And I'm still gangin'
Heard my name ain't left they mouths, choppa still sangin'
SOB, that's the clique, b*tch, I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these n*ggas, b*tch, we Bill Gatin'
And I'm still gangin'
Heard my name ain't left they mouths, choppa still sangin'
SOB, that's the clique, b*tch, I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these n*ggas, b*tch, we Bill Gatin'