Expose

[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. Niggas are broke these days"
"I don't think you applying yourself, Smokey"
"Huh?"
"You smoking my shit?"
"Hell nah. Fuck with your shit? Hell nah"
"You smoking my shit?"
"Man, why would I do some shit like that?"
"I don't want have to fuck 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 shit (Bang-bang)
Thirty-shot clip, I'll pop shit (Thirty, thirty)
Run up on Billion, catch hot shit (Billionaire)
Say I ain't out here, nigga, stop it (Stop flexin')
Look, bitch, 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 niggas, 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 nigga, boom-boom, nigga, he done (Boom-boom, man down)
Ridin' foreign, but we used to ride Nissan (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
You niggas Pro Tool therms, you niggas peons (Stop flexin')
Chopper with a knife flipped the nigga, he done (Blah)
You niggas 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 fuck your main bitch 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 nigga damn would (No lackin')
Hundred goons with me, nigga, 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, nigga, 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)
Nigga's talkin' like he really know me (You know me?)
If I'm a bitch, fuck nigga, 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 nigga with the Cobra, it's over (Brrlah, brrlah, blah, blah)
Fuck nigga, expose ya

[Interlude: FBG Duck]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, whoo
(These niggas know they done fucked up, right?)
I ain't really gon' say too much
(Nah, turn up on these niggas, 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 bitch with me (Skrrt), got the thirty stuffed in her Birkin bag (Boom)
Niggas know I'm better and it hurts to say it (True), fuck that, I came to black hearse his ass (Turn up)
Why the fuck is they playin' these games with me? (I don't know)
They knowin' them thirty-shots hang with me (Brrat)
They bitches, 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 niggas 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 shit (True)
Glory Boyz tell a story, boys (Goofy)
Might rap about guns, never spray shit (No)
Ballout a bitch, he ain't take shit (No)
Reese just be on a lot of hatin' shit (Goofy)
Remember when we bumped heads DT? (What happened?)
It was five of us, y'all was thirteen deep (Real shit)
If we was thirteen deep and caught y'all (Real shit)
Y'all would've saw twenty-six feet (Bitch)
Nigga, you can lose your life this week (Now)
I see y'all think that shit sweet (Really?)
I ride through Normal and see no one (Skrrt)
This shit 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, bitch (Whoo)
Gang, gang