Bill Nye Lyrics

[Intro: TrDee]
Huh, you ain't talking money then, okay

[Verse 1: TrDee]
You ain't talking money then you talking to a brick wall
You ain't never chased the package down like the Hedgehog
Playing both sides was never cool, don't get picked off
Told my bitch that she won't get a ring, she like Chris Paul

[Verse 2: StanWill]
If it's smoke with us, we'll throw yo baby on a respirator
Fendi t-shirt with yo bitch, let the F's amaze her
Thirty clip with a red beam, bitch, I'm Steph Invader
Got this bitch attached to my balls, I can't separate her

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Pull up tryna tombstone shit, I'm the Undertaker
Dog Shit Militia, lil' bitch, we some plunger breakers
Riding 'round hotter than a skillet, I'm with trouble makers
Blue, pink, green, shit, I got every color paper
[Verse 4: TrDee, StanWill, & BabyTron]
Slim thick, she ain't got no titties but she got a wagon
Slide down and slide through the scene like, "Damn, what happened?"
Tore Neiman Marc' the f*ck down like, "Damn, we splashing"
Feel like Dominic Toretto, bitch, the whole family active
Sipping Wockiana, pinkies up, with our fancy-asses
Twenty-eight Mike Amiris, never could I baggy pants it [Verse 5: TrDee]
She gon' let me beat her walls, I pray that I don't leave no damage
I forgot to mention that she kinda look like Billie Ell-ish
I mean Eilish
Pull up to the scene, I'm still flyer than a pilot
Talked about my life so now I never gotta write it
Cooking in the Lab, feel like Bill Nye with science

[Interlude]
Bill Nye the Science Guy
Bill Nye the Science Guy
Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Bill Nye the Science Guy

[Verse 6: StanWill]
Feel like Bill, got her in the Lab but we don't got no chemistry
She on tip, she off the [?] bitch, yo baby finna finish me
Ride with automatic weapons, I be ready for my enemies
I rock Dior so I'm Christian, pray that God don't see the sin in me
Got yo baby running for the gang like she [?]
Choppa kickflip a nigga whip, we on some gnarly shit
[Verse 7: BabyTron]
Mirror tint, all whites for the Carti sticks
Hunnid rounder, on some army shit'll leave the party [?]
Okay, enter in the cheat code if they try and play a game
Pissed that I can't skrrt the 'vert, man, I hate the rain
In LA with more sticks than a Angels game
Road runner, in and out yo city, I won't stay a day

[Outro: BabyTron]
Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz

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