Bill Nye

Lyrics

[Intro: TrDee] Huh, you ain't talking money then, okay (Rocket, you're so full of yourself) [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 Stephenvader 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 fuck 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 Sha'Carri Rich 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