Dear Billie Ish
Mook TBG
Track 2 on Care Package

Mook TBG – Dear Billie Ish (Lyrics)

[(Chorus]

When I first met you girl 

I never should let you go

I got them racks and I got stupid when and hit the road

And now I’m hanging with some killers we got sticks and poles

I see you posting on the gram

Let them bitches know

You go it

And everything that you doing I like about it

I buy you whatever you want just to get inside it 

Dolce and Gabbana Givenchy don’t need no stylist

You the Baddest

[Verse 1]

I can’t sleep at night with this bitch by my side

And plus I got this Rolley on

Ion know if she gone do me wrong or right

Idk this shit gets too deep 
To deep 

I gotta count these faces

So I’m crashing out tryna find some peace

Idk why niggas calling me

I pray they ride for me

I’m missing my dawgs

And I been felling like it’s my fault lately

 

[(Chorus]

When I first met you girl 

I never should let you go

I got them racks and I got stupid when and hit the road

And now I’m hanging with some killers we got sticks and poles

I see you posting on the gram

Let them bitches know

You go it

And everything that you doing I like about it

I buy you whatever you want just to get inside it 

Dolce and Gabbana Givenchy don’t need no stylist

You the Baddest

[Verse 2]

And I just left out a Houston James Harden

And I swear we came so far

From where started

Now the bezel handicap

It go retarded

Thinking Ashton martin

Pull up double park it

Hate that I got rich now

Sorry I’m not sorry

He tryna get up one

I’m thinking bout a rari

Top floor of the penthouse

I’m laughing to bank now

You know you the baddest

Let me put yo face down

 

[(Chorus]

When I first met you girl 

I never should let you go

I got them racks and I got stupid when and hit the road

And now I’m hanging with some killers we got sticks and poles

I see you posting on the gram

Let them bitches know

You go it

And everything that you doing I like about it

I buy you whatever you want just to get inside it 

Dolce and Gabbana Givenchy don’t need no stylist

You the Baddest