18 DAYS

[Verse]

My life ain't average, dawg

Billy poppin' like Adderall

You don't like me, I'm not mad at all

You can listen to a different song

Been on my grind like a mother****er, Tony Hawk

Been on my grind like a mother****er eatin' chalk

Don't call me unless there's money involved, I really ball (Billy)

Keep your distance

I might just go ballistic in this bitch

She told me she could feel it in her ribs

I'm whippin' in a brand new Benz, I don't need new friends

Never goin' back (Billy)

All of my enemies have a heart attack

You were a fan, don't you rеmember that?

You make no sеnse, so here's your quarter back

Getting brain, like Ivy League

I've been an asshole since ABC

Since Halo 3 and Plain White Tees

It's me, I'm Hasselhoff at the beach

Flexin', capeesh

I really don't sleep

You ahead and then you make believe

My car got no keys and I'm off that gasoline

Run it up, I'm an athlete

Run, run, run to the bucks

Your mom in my DM, I'm 'bout to drink her up

They want a feature, we got a line like duck

Back to your mom, think I'm really in her guts

In love with money, I'm 'bout to get me a tux

I'm off the Henny, I'm really 'bout to throw up

Squirrel, I'm goin' nuts

18 days in that studio, I'm gettin' moody, ho

She wanna kick it, like judo

Let's get it crackin', like the top of the bottle

Billy on the track

You want beef? Go to the meadow

I'm getting bands, heavy metal

Okay, that's right

They really wanna be on my shoes, like Mike

They really wanna copy and paste my life

They really wanna ride on the wave, it's too high

I'm too high

Getting cheese, quesadilla, mama mia

You know Billy ain't signin' a deal

I've been poppin' since Happy Meals

You still want beef? Go try the ville

Ayy, ooh, damn, okay, woah, wait, I'm too real

Tell a bitch to get out, like Jordan Peele

She really suckin' like vacuum seal, I gotta peal

I just wanted Lucille Ball

Step in the mall and buy it all

They know, they know who to call

Christopher Walken to the bank, I'll fall

Bam, pow, boom, wham

Tell me this shit is your jam

Tell me this shit gon' slap

Michael Myers, I'm back

Billy get it jumpin', like Jack

[?], got my groove on, I'm too gone

Bottoms up, like Trey Songz

Really feelin' like James Bond, I'm on

I'm really on top like King Kong

[Outro]

Ayo, look at what we got over here

Ayo, you see this?

We got beautiful fresh cut stuffed peppers