Expose lyrics

[Intro: Billionaire Black]
"What's up, Big Worm?"
"How much you got left?"
"Man, I got a lot"
"You still ain't sold that weed, Smokey?"
"Man, I'm trying to, Worm. n*ggas are broke these days"
"I don't think you applying yourself, Smokey"
"Huh?"
"You smoking my sh*t?"
"Hell nah. f*ck with your sh*t? Hell nah"
"You smoking my sh*t?"
"Man, why would I do some sh*t like that?"
"I don't want have to f*ck you up, Smokey, but playing with my money is like playing with my emotions"
Let's get it

[Verse 1: Billionaire Black]
Look, bang-bang, that's my sh*t (Bang-bang)
Thirty-shot clip, I'll pop sh*t (Thirty, thirty)
Run up on Billion, catch hot sh*t (Billionaire)
Say I ain't out here, n*gga, stop it (Stop flexin')
Look, b*tch, I'm rollin' off a deuce (Off a deuce)
Shout out to them hitters on the deuce (On the deuce)
Run up on Billion, he'll shoot (Boom, boom)
Let's expose n*ggas, time to tell the truth (Let's get it, bail out)
Look, you say you ball in the streets, son (Ballout?)
I ain't never seen you ball in the streets, son (William)
Catch SD lackin' on Front Street, son (Stop lackin')
Run up on the n*gga, boom-boom, n*gga, he done (Boom-boom, man down)
Ridin' foreign, but we used to ride Nissan (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
You n*ggas Pro Tool therms, you n*ggas peons (Stop flexin')
Chopper with a knife flipped the n*gga, he done (Blah)
You n*ggas gettin' played out like reruns (Let's get it)
Duck left Edai on the E-way (Number 3)
Picked his head up, sold it on eBay (BDK)
Speed racin' for the money like a relay (Let's get it)
And I can f*ck your main b*tch any day (Let's get it)
No lackin' in the field, keep the steel (Whoo)
Smokin' dope to the face, Sour Dill (Dope)
See, a lot of these rappers ain't real
Def Jam hear this, you gon' lose your deal (Goofy)
Look, ten toes down in the hood (Ten toes down)
I ain't Keef, I ain't tweetin' in the damn woods (I ain't in the woods)
Got the pole on me, wish a n*gga damn would (No lackin')
Hundred goons with me, n*gga, it's an ambush (Let's get it)
Street sweeper, man, it sweep out your whole block (Blah, blah)
Catch Boss Top comin' out of O'Block (No lackin')
Red beam, n*gga, open up your top (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
That's what he get for tryna pull the Clout ho card
Look, off the molly, probably OD (OD)
I smoke OG (Overdose) by the o-z (Dope)
n*gga's talkin' like he really know me (You know me?)
If I'm a b*tch, f*ck n*gga, then show me (You know where I'm at, son)
Make me go back to the old me
When I used to keep thirties in them toasters (Old days)
Hit a n*gga with the Cobra, it's over (Brrlah, brrlah, blah, blah)
f*ck n*gga, expose ya
[Interlude: FBG Duck]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, whoo
(These n*ggas know they done f*cked up, right?)
I ain't really gon' say too much
(Nah, turn up on these n*ggas, Duck)
But St. Lawrence, St. Lawrence, St. Lawrence, ayy, ayy, turn up

[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
Lil Durk say my name (Let's get it), now I think it's time to murk his ass (Whoo)
Have my shooters lurk for his ass (Turn up), late night tryna t-shirt his ass (Brrat)
Slide up and my b*tch with me (Skrrt), got the thirty stuffed in her Birkin bag (Boom)
n*ggas know I'm better and it hurts to say it (True), f*ck that, I came to black hearse his ass (Turn up)
Why the f*ck is they playin' these games with me? (I don't know)
They knowin' them thirty-shots hang with me (Brrat)
They b*tches, they not who they claim to be (True)
I'm on that, you look like a stain to me (Goofy)
Opps know it's not a thing to me (Oppers)
Got shooters that make bullets rain for me (Boom)
I remain to be St. Lawrence street (St. Lawrence, St. Lawrence, St. Lawrence, St. Lawrence, St. Lawrence)
'Cause them n*ggas did everything for me
You should've knew I was nothin' to play with (Play with)
Big-ass gun, I stay with (Thirty, thirty)
Keef think it's macaroni time (Whoo)
But whole time, though, that's gay sh*t (True)
Glory Boyz tell a story, boys (Goofy)
Might rap about guns, never spray sh*t (No)
Ballout a b*tch, he ain't take sh*t (No)
Reese just be on a lot of hatin' sh*t (Goofy)
Remember when we bumped heads DT? (What happened?)
It was five of us, y'all was thirteen deep (Real sh*t)
If we was thirteen deep and caught y'all (Real sh*t)
Y'all would've saw twenty-six feet (b*tch)
n*gga, you can lose your life this week (Now)
I see y'all think that sh*t sweet (Really?)
I ride through Normal and see no one (Skrrt)
This sh*t startin' to get weak, whoo (Turn up)
Boss Top say, "Man down on St. Lawrence" (St. Lawrence)
Boy, don't get your ass smoked tweakin' off ganja (Dope)
And I will let you meet that llama (Brrat, brrlah)
Shout out to them hitters, R.I.P. to J Munna (Man down, man down, man down)
[Outro: FBG Duck]
Gang
Expose ya, b*tch (Whoo)
Gang, gang