Turbosauce - Billy Marchiafava

Anyways one day my buddy asks me

«Billy, who’s the greatest rapper of all time?»

I looked this man straight in the eyes

I was like «Me motherfucker!»

Sippin' it, dippin' it, whippin' it, (aye)

All of these bitches my minions (aye)

Minimum effort, these rappers I sever

You think that you clever but

Never say Never

You get that I rap with benevolence

My money big like some elephants

You witnessing history

Boy you a mystery

All of this money and It don’t mean shit to me

Never did I ever give a fuck

About a motherfucka' comin' at my neck with some drama

(I'm actually really sensitive)

All these rappers, sayonara

This is music at it’s finest

Catch these hands you don’t wanna

Damn

Get up on my status

(aye, aye, aye)

Get up on my status

If you broke, you a bitch

Get up on my status

Get up on my status

All these people talk like they know me

«Don't do this, don’t do that»

You a phony

People act like we ain’t all the same

Shits insane, I’m glowin' up

While people think I’ve changed

(It's unbelievable, what do you put in that sauce!?)

Money like Rubin

These bitches are stupid

See Billy the winner

These rappers are dinner

I’m hot like the summer

You cold like the winter

You never will ever hear something this clever

Diamonds on my neck, dancin' like decemeber

Yo bitch gave me na-na

She wet like a sauna

I want it, I get it, I see it, I buy it

I got it

I got it

I got it