Tijon - Billy's Gun lyrics

[Hook] Bang bang, Billy's gun goes when it goes off Glance at him, reach for the doze off Bang bang, leave 'em with they clothes off Can't hang so them bang bang bang bang Bang bang Billy's gun goes when it goes off Glance at him, reach for the doze off Bang bang, leave 'em with they close off Bang bang, Billy sang as he rode off [Verse 1] He tell them boys run for ya life Give ya 6 blocks from my stun gun light up Then he let em go just to get his kicks Sound like 1 Mississippi Gun pump Mississippi PUM, PUM! Ya oughta see that boy when the head hit the ground, oughta see that joy Man man man man man I ain't do sh** I, I ain't pull nothin' man man I ain't do sh** Whatchu tryna say b**h, whatchu got me on the news? Caught me on the camera, got ya little proof? Matter fact Billy yes I do yes I yes I do I called the boys in blue and they coming for ya crew Ha! Riddle me that he giggled and grab at that gat he had up in his pocket Long breath and pop it (pop) Ya oughta see that boy when her head hit the ground gotta see that joy [Hook] [Verse 2] What's up b**h? I'm sipping Billy Dee Keep a 44 stuffed in my dungarees Just in case a clown wanna act foul Just in case ya pal wanna get loud I just beg ya cooperation lady please All I really need is that little itty bitty room key And a twist of the right weed So can I get that? Come on b**h, let me get that Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait, wait, tell me if it's true Isn't you the dude I just seen up on the tube? Ahh na na na na? I ain't here to talk to you Then that thing drew go click click boom (BOOM) Oughta see that boy when the head hit the ground gotta see that joy Why they, why they, why they, why they f** with me? American pie man I just want my piece [Hook] [Verse 3] Drip drip, water hit the sink Water hit the sink, now the water hit the sink Tick tick, Billy at the brink Billy hit the brink while the water hit the sink Lift up his head look into the mirror and what he say? You really think we got a missing link sittin' in our brain? Na na na Billy told you not to question me I ain't really mean it though, this sh**'s just really stressing me Silly child just sit down and write this recipe You know, sometimes I wonder think my mom even remembers me Already said this ain't the time for the bullsh** Put the barrel to your head an show 'em how we do's this Na na na I can't k** that man The pistol did the k**ing that's the devil's right hand (*BOOM BOOM*) Had to see that boy with the gun to his head had to see that joy [Hook]