Ouch! lyrics

by

Billy Marchiafava


[Intro]
I heard y'all want that heavy sh*t, aye
Yeah, what? Aye, aye

[Verse 1]
f*ck a job, rather f*ck a b*tch
Billy with the sh*t, I just pulled up with my clique, aye
Gang sh*t, smoke, then we dip
f*ck with lil' Billy, I might put you in a ditch, aye
f*ck that b*tch till I got nauseous
Got too many whips, better hit Craigslist
Ride around town like a f*cking tourist
Two bad b*tches, and they asking for a pic, aye

[Hook 1]
Real sh*t (Brr), real f*cking sh*t (Real sh*t)
Real sh*t, aye, real f*cking sh*t (What?)
You can't get all this money acting like a lil' b*tch (No)
You can't get all this money acting like a lil' b*tch, aye (b*tch, aye)
Real sh*t (Real sh*t, aye), real f*cking sh*t (Real f*cking sh*t)
Real sh*t, aye, real f*cking sh*t
You can't get all this money acting like a lil' b*tch
You can't get all this money acting like a lil' b*tch, aye

[Verse 2]
I think I'm right now (Aye, yeah!), higher than a motherf*cking kite now (Aye!)
If she do not like me, than that b*tch must be a dyke now
30,000 in my bag just for fun (Aye)
MILF hoes dancing when they hear that bass drum (b*tch!)
f*ck with me, baby, lil' Billy go dumb (Yeah)
I got all the bass up and out your system (Hey)
Drop-top Beamer whipping corners like a bum
The f*cking G.O.A.T., they say I'm the chosen one
[Hook 2]
Real sh*t (Aye), real f*cking sh*t (Real sh*t)
Real sh*t, aye, real f*cking sh*t (What?)
You can't get all this money acting like a lil' b*tch (Yeah)
You can't get all this money acting like a lil' b*tch, aye (Acting like a lil' b*tch)
Real sh*t (Real sh*t, aye), real f*cking sh*t (Real f*cking sh*t)
Real sh*t, aye (Yeah), real f*cking sh*t (Real f*cking sh*t)
You can't get all this money acting like a lil' b*tch (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You can't get all this money acting like a lil' b*tch, aye (Yeah, aye, yeah, lil' b*tch, aye)
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