Billy the Potstar - Walked in (feat. Dee P) Lyrics

Seen shawty then I walked in
Walked in with her new friends
Remember shawty from way back when
Tryna buss her from the back end
Said she love me way from back when
Bitch you bugging now you gassed up
Hoe stupid now I'm laughing
Got these little bitches mad and
Now I'm Gucci bitches on me now
Play me then now you want me now
Swear to god they be on me now
Dee P bugging bitch I'm bossed up now
On my Audi think I'm Audi now
Hilfiger that I'm Tommy'd down
Red bottoms think she Cardi now
Killing bitches no abortion style
Yo
I think he seen me when I walked in
Left bitches laying in a coffin
On IG they watching me
Like which pictures he stalking
They know I'm tricking like Dawson
I got em sick they coughing
My waves swimming like dolphins
These faggets mad they lost it
When I linked up wit Amber Rose
I don't even think I was twenty-two
Y'all really be mad I'm taking the game
You bitches is over due
I do it for gang and the baddest bitches (Baddest bitches)
Who stay wit a point of view (View)
My girls got talent, they pretty (Pretty)
But they do not suck dick for interviews
Run up a bag, I go get me a check
F*ck on these bitches, I flex on my ex
Money keep calling, I run up a check (Aye)
You keep on talking ya bitch could be next
Hitting my phone then I'm dodging her text
Leave em on read then I put up a Snap
F*cking yo bitch, she be sucking on dick
Ain't no lovey little bitch ain't no calling her back
Yo
Yeah I seen him when he walked in
He a bum nigga, I ain't talking
Eye contact, might cost him
He so broke, I brought him
I brought em a drink
I was laid back, t shirt and a mink
Bitches was mad, I popped up on scene
He threw me a bag, I made him a fling
He made the wrist bling
His old bitch my off-spring
They mad now I'm taking over
These faggets can't touch me
They can't look my way
So scared to even say "hey"
They stealing styles and they stealing bars
Man that shit cliche!
Call up my plug, tell em bring me a jet (Yurp)
Loud in the air and it's henny on deck
Money keep talking, just run up a check
I just run up a check, make these bitches get it
Bussing a lucy, she popping her coochie
You niggas is goofy and we make a movie
They calling me louie, she pop it for uzi
She bad and she bougie, bitch get finessed
Pine street pushers, I swear on my set
Cooking up yeah and they calling me chef (Aye)
F*cking these bitches, they calling me best (Aye)
We just some friends, you could get that correct (Aye)
All in my bag need to cut me a check
F*ck on ya friend cause like that little bit
She a dog too, I just call her my pet
Shawty keep smiling she think that I'm next
Run up a bag, I'm gone get me a check (Aye)
F*ck on these bitches, I flex on my ex (Aye)
Run up a bag, I'm gone get me a check (Aye)
F*ck on these bitches, I flex on my ex (Aye)
Run up a bag, I'm gone me a check (Check)
F*ck on these bitches, I flex on my ex (Aye)
Run up a bag, I'm gone me a check (Check)
F*ck on these bitches, I flex on my ex (Check)
Seen shawty then I walked in
Walked in wit her new friends
Remember shawty from way back when
Tryna buss her from the back end
Said she love me way from back when
Bitch you bugging now you gassed up
Hoe stupid now I'm laughing
Got these little bitches mad and
Now I'm Gucci bitches on me now
Play me then now you want me now
Swear to god they be on me now
Dee P bugging bitch I'm bossed up now
On my Audi think I'm Audi now
Hilfiger that I'm Tommy'd down
Red bottoms think she Cardi now
Killing bitches no abortion style
Billy the Potstar
DEE P