Dear Billie Ish

[Intro]
(Kinda)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, mmm
Uh-uh, uh-uh, mmm
Uh-uh, uh-uh, mmm

[Chorus]
When I first met you girl, I never should let you go (Let you go)
I got them racks and I got stupid, when it hit the road
And now I'm hangin' with some killers, we got sticks and poles (Stick and poles)
I see you posting on that gram, let them bitches know
You got it (You got it)
And everything that you doin', I like about it (About it)
I buy you whatever you want just to get inside it (Inside it)
Dolce & Gabbana, Givenchy, don't need no stylist (Stylist)
You the baddest

[Verse 1]
I can't sleep at night with this bitch by my side
And plus, I got this Roley on
I don't know if she gone do me wrong or right (Nah)
And I don't know this shit get too deep, too deep (Yeah)
I gotta count these faces, so I'm
Crashing out tryna find some peace (Tryna find some peace)
I don't know why niggas callin' me (Woah)
I pray they ride for me (Yeah), I'm missin' my dawgs
And I been feeling like it's my fault lately

[Chorus]
When I first met you girl, I never should let you go (Let you go)
I got them racks and I got stupid, when it hit the road
And now I'm hangin' with some killers, we got sticks and poles (Stick and poles)
I see you posting on that gram, let them bitches know
You got it (You got it)
And everything that you doin', I like about it (About it)
I buy you whatever you want just to get inside it (Inside it)
Dolce & Gabbana, Givenchy, don't need no stylist (Stylist)
You the baddest

[Verse 2]
And I just left out of Houston, James harden (Swish)
And I swear we came so far from where we started (Woah-ooh)
Now the bezel handicap, it go retarded
Thinkin' Ashton Martin (Skrrt)
Pull up, double park it
Hate that I got rich now
Sorry, I'm not sorry (Damn)
He tryna get up one
I'm thinkin' 'bout a 'Rari (Damn)
Top floor of the penthouse
I'm laughing to the bank now
You know you the baddest, let me put your face down (Face down)

[Chorus]
When I first met you girl, I never should let you go (Let you go)
I got them racks and I got stupid, when it hit the road
And now I'm hangin' with some killers, we got sticks and poles (Stick and poles)
I see you posting on that gram, let them bitches know
You got it (You got it)
And everything that you doin', I like about it (About it)
I buy you whatever you want just to get inside it (Inside it)
Dolce & Gabbana, Givenchy, don't need no stylist (Stylist)
You the baddest (Woah)

[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah, and it's chrome Gabanna on me
This-this ain't chromes, hard as shit
It's, it's Dolce & Gabanna too
Chrome Gabanna, hmm