[Intro: Billionaire Black & FBG Duck]
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Nah, for real
Let's get it

[Chorus: Billionaire Black]
How do you feel 'bout these rappers?
I swear they tell lies (Swear they tell lies)
How do you feel 'bout these trappers?
I don't believe 'em 'cause they not sellin' pies, ayy (They not sellin' pies)
All of my n***as 'bout action
They come through, they take your life (They take your life)
Tell me what you know about them Rugers, Glizzies, .40's
Them nickels, and nines, ayy
Tell me what your life like (Uh)
You don't know nothin' 'bout mine (Nah, nah)
Your bitch, she all on my line (Yeah, yeah)
Textin' me, she wanna feel me inside, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
How do you feel 'bout these rappers? (Oh)
Swear all of these n***as is trash (Oh, oh)
Most of these n***as is pussies (Oh, oh)
They need to pull them panties out of their ass, ayy (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Billionaire Black]
How do I feel 'bout these n***as? (Oh)
None of these n***as official (Oh, oh)
All of these n***as is soft (Oh)
Softer than some fuckin' tissue (Oh, oh)
How do I feel 'bout these bitches? (Oh)
Most of these bitches is bops (Oh, oh)
Most of these bitches is thots (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Fuck a bitch, I'm still chasin' a knot, ayy (Oh, oh)
How do I feel 'bout the system? (System)
Swear that shit fucked up (Oh, oh)
Bro caught a body the other day, got away (Oh, oh)
Guess he lucked up, ayy (Oh, oh)
How do I feel 'bout them Swishers? (Oh)
I don't smoke them shits (No, no)
Backwood full of Piff, ayy (No, no)
Backwood with your bitch, ayy (Oh, oh)
How do I feel 'bout my n***as? (My n***as)
Swear to God I love gang, ayy (Oh, oh)
Swear them n***as insane, ayy (Them my bros)
Shootin' shit, gun range, ayy (No, no)
How do I feel 'bout that liquor? (Oh, oh)
I don't like gettin' drunk, ayy (Oh no)
Muddy troubles in my cup, ayy (Oh, oh)
Oh, Lord, I'm stuck (Let's get it), gang
[Chorus: Billionaire Black & FBG Duck]
How do you feel 'bout these rappers?
I swear they tell lies (Swear they tell lies)
How do you feel 'bout these trappers?
I don't believe 'em 'cause they not sellin' pies, ayy (They not sellin' pies)
All of my n***as 'bout action
They come through, they take your life (They take your life)
Tell me what you know about them Rugers, Glizzies, .40's
Them nickels, and nines, ayy
Tell me what your life like (Uh)
You don't know nothin' 'bout mine (Nah, nah)
Your bitch, she all on my line (Yeah, yeah)
Textin' me, she wanna feel me inside, ayy (Mm)
How do you feel 'bout these rappers? (Mmm)
Swear all of these n***as is trash (Mmm)
Most of these n***as is pussies (Mm)
They need to pull them panties out of their ass, ayy (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: FBG Duck & Billionaire Black]
How do I feel 'bout these rappers? (Rappers)
Most of these n***as is kids (Oh)
They be gettin' on their songs talkin' 'bout a bunch of shit that they ain't did
How do I feel 'bout my ex-bitch? (Oh-oh)
Why do you think she my ex-bitch? (Oh)
Pussy good and her head good, too, but shitted on her with my next bitch
How do I feel 'bout the industry?
Man, these rap n***as fu, I swear to God
On my soul, they be killin' me
Just a whole bunch of mimicking (Oh)
How do I feel 'bout this rap shit?
I can't say I reached my goals (No)
But I'm good on the road (Road)
Makin' money off of shows
Ooh la la la (La la la), these n***as bitches
They be talkin' a whole lot of rah-rah-rah (Rah-rah-rah)
'Til we—, 'Til we pull up with them motherfuckin' sticks out, glah-glah-glah (Glah-glah-glah)
Hot shit hit a n***a, got him like, "Ooh, argh, argh," now, he screamin' for his mama, "Ma" (Money)
(Let's get it)
[Chorus: Billionaire Black]
How do you feel 'bout these rappers?
I swear they tell lies (Swear they tell lies)
How do you feel 'bout these trappers?
I don't believe 'em 'cause they not sellin' pies, ayy (They not sellin' pies)
All of my n***as 'bout action
They come through, they take your life (They take your life)
Tell me what you know about them Rugers, Glizzies, .40's
Them nickels, and nines, ayy
Tell me what your life like (Uh)
You don't know nothin' 'bout mine (Nah, nah)
Your bitch, she all on my line (Yeah, yeah)
Textin' me, she wanna feel me inside, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
How do you feel 'bout these rappers? (Oh)
Swear all of these n***as is trash (Yeah)
Most of these n***as is pussies (Yeah, yeah)
They need to pull them panties out of their ass, ayy (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Billionaire Black]
Go, oh-oh
Them my bros, y'all know
Oh, no-no
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh