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biilly boy
Hip-Hop/Rap
biilly boy was released on April 24, 2026 by Actiive Mob as a part of the album MMV
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AlbumMMV
Release DateApril 24, 2026
LabelActiive Mob
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Diizii
Diizii
Vocals
The Loaded Gun
The Loaded Gun
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Pastrana
Michael Pastrana
Songwriter
Garrett Otto
Garrett Otto
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Diizii
Diizii
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer
The Loaded Gun
The Loaded Gun
Mixing Engineer
Painbeats
Painbeats
Producer
Gentle Beats
Gentle Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Wait, hol' on, this GENTLE?
This world shall know pain
Yeah, go, go, go, I'm 'bouta get 'em, I'm 'bouta get 'em
Come on, let me go, let me go, ah-rah
Tuh, the mob's active (Actiive Mob in the cut)
Add me in the drama? We finna get subtractin' (I'ma subtract these ****)
If you don't stand on bidness, I step on necks, what's hannenin'? (I'm neck steppin', you set reppin')
And I put this shit on my soul, ain't no cappin' (Okay, what you said, though?)
Baby, if you need a dick appointment, tap in (Let me know)
Huh, I need that shit right now, need a bad bitch (Need it right now)
Huh, I need that shit right now, I'm not average (Need it right now)
Huh, if he tryna play hard, he get slapped, bitch (He get slapped like a bitch)
Ah-rah, he get smacked, boy (Smack 'em)
I be eating good every day like a fat boy
I be getting cheese, but you the one who's a rat, boy (You a rat)
****, you ain't fuckin' nothin', you all cap, boy (You all cap)
Homie, you ain't really runnin' nothin', you all rap, boy (You all rap)
You on Instagram, come on, take it back, boy (Pussy)
You in the kitchen, but you smokin' all the crack, boy (Oh, he tweakin')
I can't fuck with none y'all ****, that's a fact, boy (I can't fuck with none of them, the fuck?)
Ah-ha, leave 'em out to dry (Damn, he gone)
It's the West A baby, got 'em streets memorized (Yeah, bitch)
I don't know these ****, why they say they friends of mine? (We not friends)
Take it when there ain't no bread but I be gettin' mine (Fah-fah-fah)
With this burner, I'm finna take all yo' cookies, tough cookie (Shh)
Bitch, you gotta step off, you could never ever book me (Never)
You just barely walked in, lil' ****, you a rookie (Shut up)
Said she wanna suck my soul out my dick, she done took me (Okay, go 'head)
If I say it straight up, will you feel me, boy? (Okay, go 'head)
If I get your feelings hurt, you tryna kill me, boy? (Okay, go 'head)
That's a dream that you ain't livin', you a silly boy (Okay, go 'head)
Who got a loaded gun? I'm feelin' like Billy, boy (Okay, go 'head)
You know that it's Billy, boy
I got a sense of freedom like I'm Jimmy Boyle
Hero of the underground, you know that it's Billy, boy
If that pussy play with me, he'll shit his drawers
Flip 'em like a burger if the rest'll want it, then I'm Billy Roy
They don't know I'm 'bout the scrap just like I'm Kenny Boy
Bitch, I'm 'bout the money like I'm Kitty Foyle
Don't put me on a beat if you don't want me to come to kill it, boy
Stomp it out, I burn 'em, put 'em in the morgue
I ain't William Bonney because Billy isn't kiddin', boy
So pat Garrett on the back before you ever try to steal 'em, boy
Time and knowledge what I'm workin' with, I been that since a little boy
Got two ninas, call 'em Elphaba and Glinda, we get wicked, boy
Got a gun up in the truck, no pistol whippin' when I hit you with this metal toy
The way you run yo' mouth, you ain't never got your shit rocked
If you call yo' brother, you gon' get that bitch dropped
No Biggie, got a big pop
Stone cold killer, fye yo' ass, I'm sparkin' like a flint rock
You impatient, never had to wait in line just like a split shot
Y'all never take accountability, always pointed at each other like you pigeon-toed
I'm the one they blame, I'm in my lane and I won't let 'em on
I can't be found, so where am I? It isn't Plymouth Road
My wifey love it when I turn that pussy indigo
Can't believe I met the bitch more than a year ago
If she try to leave, then she gon' have to dig a hole
The pain? It gets a little old
But I'm fuckin' paid just like a gigolo
Remember, life is like a river flow
But I'm Noah with his little boat
They don't compare because I been the GOAT
Written by: Garrett Otto, Michael Pastrana
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