[Intro]
Yeah (Bitch)
Bitch (What?)
Bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah, what?)
Yeah, bitch
And I'm with the bros, n***a
And I'm with the bros, I got the, huh, yeah (Aight)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, Billie Jean, that lil' ho is not mine, I feel like Michael Jackson (Like Michael Jackson)
Mask up, run all through your shit, all dark, I look like Michael Blackson (Like Michael Blackson)
Sticky on me, this shit ain't no prop, we in a movie, action (Action)
Keep on addin' opps, bro hit they block, Birdie get to subtractin' (To subtractin')
This shit here get evil, if you scared, then go talk to the pastor (Pastor)
Beat that pussy, leave her after (After), ain't no rushin', still gon' smack her (Smack her)
Dick all in her mouth, get on your knees, baby, call me your master (Master)
These n***as be hoes, claimin' top opp when they is not even a factor (No, you ain't no factor, bitch)

[Verse]
Lil' ho love the lingo
Know that pussy right, she was Birdie ho, I call her pink flamingo (Pink flamingo)
They be out there fuckin', you go save 'em, must think you's a hero (A hero)
My brother go catch them a body, won't think nothin' 'bout it, 'cause n***a we comin' from zero (Comin' from zero)
N***a won't say nothin' 'bout it, we pull up with shotties and shoot a boy right through the peephole, huh (Baow)
And I am not fuckin' with freak hoes, huh (Bah)
I might hit up Lenox and Saks, pop out with a bag and fuck up a B-roll, huh (Fuck up a B-roll)
This shit ain't a game, we hop out with switches, n***as say that we got the cheat code (Cheat code)
Birdie hit the ho, threw an alley-oop, got fouled and I hit the free throw (I hit the free throw)
And, bitch, I'm swaggin', huh, he straight baggin', huh (Baggin')
We caught the boy, he got shot in his ass, now his pants saggin' (Now his pants saggin')
And, bitch, don't drag it (Bitch, don't drag it), lil' ho, you average (Lil' ho, you what?)
I stick dick all down her braces, break her brackets (I break her brackets)
Yeah, smack somethin', whack somethin', hop out, get a n***a whacked, son, yeah (Get a n***a whacked, son)
Back up, act up, green n***a, turn his ass red rum, yeah (Turn his ass red rum)
We gon' hit a n***a house every damn day 'til the feds come, huh ('Til the feds come)
Caught a body, n***a bought a Masi', n***a said I need the red one (I need the red one)
[Chorus]
Yeah, Billie Jean, that lil' ho is not mine, I feel like Michael Jackson (Like Michael Jackson)
Mask up, run all through your shit, all dark, I look like Michael Blackson (Like Michael Blackson)
Sticky on me, this shit ain't no prop, we in a movie, action (Action)
Keep on addin' opps, bro hit they block, Birdie get to subtractin' (To subtractin')
This shit here get evil, if you scared, then go talk to the pastor (Pastor)
Beat that pussy, leave her after (After), ain't no rushin', still gon' smack her (Smack her)
Dick all in her mouth, get on your knees, baby, call me your master (Master)
These n***as be hoes, claimin' top opp when they is not even a factor (No, you ain't no factor, bitch)