RAMBO!

I'm about to break my goon streak
Back up, I'm about to bust!

I pull up on the scene like Rambo
I'm photogenic, look good from every angle
You show me your music, then I'm Anthony Fantano
If I'm at your girl's crib, then you can't go

Whoo! I'm in the pocket like a toothpick
Ride around the city, acting ruthless
Richer than a teacher, and I've never been a student
Thousand years later, they still listen to my music

Turned your bitch into a nudist
Billy is a movement, Billy is a moment
Billy is the reason that your bike got stolen
I didn't go to Poland, took a walk to the North Pole
Why you beefing in my comments? You're too old

Hit 'em with the Stone Cold Stunner
I'm Blade Runner, been popping for eight summers
Uh, your bitch just gave me her number
Damn, that's a bummer, it's Billy, mo'fucker (fuck!)

Feel like I've been drunk since middle school
How you try to start, and you still ain't even a little cool? (Ooh)
30 and you're broke, that's pitiful
Hating in my TikTok comments, being miserable (loser)

Aren't you embarrassed?
Since I was a junior, been a lil' badass
I just had two bad bitches on my mattress
While you delivered two McDoubles to my address

Oh, that's just mean, but fuck it, I'm clean
Get a lot of green for a couple 16s
You mad that you always gotta see me on your screen
I laugh while your girl goes down like a submarine

I'm too damn likeable, too damn witty
Philly bull, so you know the flow so gritty
You a grown man hating, that's oh so silly
Put the phone down, sir, go feed your damn kids, please

If you fuck with my money, we'll get in a lil' tussle
I'm 'bout big action, homie, I'm Kurt Russell
I ain't gon' kick her out, let the ho cuddle
These boys shrimp, they need some more muscle

Goddamn, I'm jacked up and handsome
Kicked down the door and bagged up the ransom
Stand back, I give out hands at random
Tell your grandma I could tap out her grandson

Chitty-chitty bang
I feel like the CEO of City Bank
Get the bread by any means
Really mane

Goddamn, I feel like "Rowdy" Roddy Piper
These boys rats, wear body wires
Fuck around, might catch a Swanton Bomb
I'm the QB, bitch, I don't go long
I'm too fast, run a 40-yard dash in four flat
Knocked 'em clean out, this boy seein the floor mat

Ball freak
Hit it from the back