Ligma

I'm so sick bitch I got ligma (Ayy, yuh)
I just pulled up on yo bitch (Ayy)
My dick small like a pencil (Brr)
Billy got bars like a muhfucking jail cell (Yeah, yeah)
You are not new, motherfucker you AOL (Ayy, ayy)
I am the goat and yes, Billy is doing well (What? What?)
Never stop working, lil' bitch, just like Duracell (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, Billy don't play
Spend a few bands at the fucking buffet, ayy, damn (Brr, brr)
Racks in the safe (Ayy)
Iced out my watch 'cause now Billy get paid, ayy
Pull up, I'm whipping a brand new Mercedes (Skrrt, skrrt)
And all of my bitches are older milf ladies, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)

You already know what the fuck's going on
It's Billy, I'm back on my fucking ignorant shit (Ahahaha, sure)
Let's go, baby

These haters don't get it
I'm making a million
Her legs touch the ceiling
Now I'm 'bout to dive in
Don't tell me I'm lyrical (Yeah)
Bitch, I am trash (Ayy)
Your bitch got my face tattooed on her ass (Yeah, ayy)
I feel like the man, I'm blowing up fast
You say I won't make it, I sit back and laugh (Ayy, yuh)
I got a few bitches to count up my cash (Ayy, ayy)
It's not 'cause I'm lazy, I'm just bad at math (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Billy got 100 flows (What?)
Just thought you had to know (Huh?)
Sipping on medical (Yeah)
Icy like Eskimo (Oof)
Dripping like water hose (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm incredible (Ayy)
Never stop working ho (Ayy)
Smoking on antidote, ayy (Ayy)
Whatchu gon' say? (Yeah)
I made it, bitch, you still jogging in place (Bitch, bitch)
I'm in my bag (Ayy)
I'm feeling great (Yeah)
I got a million songs up in my safe (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

This is trash, man
This is sweet, sweet trash