Lyrics of ' INDIANA Pt 1 ' by Billionaire Black

(Block On Da Trakk)
(Ayy, I don't wanna hear none of it 'cause them niggas started this shit) You know
I was gon' leave this shit alone, on foenem grave (How the fuck you say my name in a song, goofy?)
Uh, y'all are gon' bitch, uh (Lil Bill, the biggest, nigga)
Duck The World, nigga, on foenem grave, nigga, with your cheap ass
Uh, uh, yur, uh-huh, uh (Make me show my age, bitch, Lil Bill)

This won't be long, I'ma make it quick, uh (I'ma make it quick)
How you call my phone, apologize, then make a diss? (Then make a diss)
Man, man, I ain't beefin' with no kids, I know this boy a bitch, yur (I know a bitch)
Y'all want Bapp to pop it, okay, y'all boys got me pissed
Ooh, you know I roll with handlers, make me slide to Indiana, uh (Indiana)
They like: Bapp, you buggin' out, that's an Indianimal (Goofy)
I smell blood and I see red, I feel like I'm Hannibal (Bleed)
Say he gon' smack me, must be dumb, better let your hammer blow (Bitch)
Is you stupid? Is you dumb? (Is you dumb?)
Run up on me, bitch, I'm armed (I'm armed)
Duck died with his gun in his hand, your brother died right in your arms (Ha)
Wanna be an opp nigga so bad, niggas can't even wait they turn (Nah, shit)
Slow down, Bapp, uh-huh, uh (Black win, uh, uh)
I'm ready to die, nigga, I'm with all the beef (I'm with all the beef)
Uh, nigga, fuck FYB, nigga, I ain't pushin' peace (Nigga, I ain't pushin' peace)
Uh, this shit for the elites, it ain't for the weak (It ain't for the weak)
Since niggas say they smokin' Jerk, let's roll up some Tink
I'll put a box on the glitch, this nigga tried to run, but he trippin' and fumblin' (Come here)
I'll probably face me a G 'cause he doin' fuck shit, nah, nigga, I don't honor it
Ooh, incognito, Gucci ski on, I'll put a fuck nigga under it (Out of there)
Bounce out broad day, do a hit, nigga, ask the opps, I ain't fumblin'
Nah, nah, uh, go ask about me, know we chasin' shit (Know we chasin' shit)
I wake up every day to a new nigga on the 'net chasin' it, uh (Bah)
Bleach gang, we hawk 'em down, nigga, we bakin' shit, uh (Bleach, bleach)
Can't wait till his cheap ass buy a chain, so, nigga, I can take his shit
Uh, uh, foenem like: Bapp, you a bug
That boy a junky, spent his whole rap check on fuckin' drugs
All in his feelings, man, get your soft ass on, you ain't never felt no love, uh
Thought you was a gangster, nigga, say it with your chest, I'm a thug, nigga (Uh)
War wounds, I broke my legs and still got slugs in me, nigga (Slugs in me)
When I'm in the 'Raq, I got my GGs and my Dubs with it, nigga (My Dubs with it)
Even on one leg, these niggas still couldn't fuck with me, nigga (Can't fuck with me)
And everybody hate Bapp, but deep down, I still love these niggas, uh (Uh-huh, shit)

Nah, for real
Mama always told me love get you killed, though
So paint the city red, huh, bleed