Billy Jean

[Verse]
Bitch wanna fuck but don't wanna leave
Yo homie in heaven playing god for the cheese
Smell reggie in the air, shit made me sneeze
Blow down a opp block, this finna be a breeze
Can't be trusted cuz the nigga super sleaze
Pulled the pistol out of, four hundred dollar jeans
Put a nigga body somewhere by the seas
Pop a nigga dead in the brain, get him green
I done dogged, fucked and stuffed Billie Jean
Hit the mall, and spend a long, light sleeve
Niggas got to be sick that they can't fuck with me
Im still coming up, your granny still wanna B
Your granddad like this shit, now he want a feat
Old ass got to come up like six fifty for a feat
Niggas beating up they hoe cause she liked my pic
Three five zero for this motherfucking fit
Sugar Hill jacket, I'm bout seven hundred drip
Still scream Krispylife til a motherfucker dip
Off this earth, I'm getting money, you pussy nigga's hurt
He threw up a C, got him shot in the shirt
Nigga's want to eat but don't want to work
[?] on my head in case your bitch want to flirt
Sitting in the trap, but not trapping, how that work?
Yeah we did that shit, now your mans on a shirt

We did that shit, now your mans on a shirt
We did that shit, alright look

This the part where I talk about the hoes too
Beat my bitch up, but only when I supposed to
Yo nigga screaming that he hard, but he froze too
I'm from Beecher, so I ain't said "posed to"

Nigga's dying bout a bitch that we all hittin
Nigga's dying bout a bitch that we all hittin
Nigga's dying bout a bitch that we all hittin
Nigga's dying bout a bitch that we all hittin
Nigga's dying bout a bitch that we all hittin
Nigga's dying bout a bitch that we all hittin
Nigga's dying bout a bitch that we all hittin
Nigga's dying bout a bitch that we all hittin

Nigga's dying bout a bitch, that we all hittin
My Glock bald-headed, I'm talking bout this bitch extensions
Nigga's never on they block cause they know I'ma spin it
Hoes suck my meat, cause they know I'm spittin
Spent four-fifty on this jean fit and now I'm drippin
Kick that bitch to the curb, her pussy wasn't hittin
Block the ho number, she was doing too much trippin
Tell me it fell out your pocket mane, on that level I be pimpin