Billie Jean (Freestyle) Lyrics

Billie Jean with the chop Imma son dude

Drake hitting nothing is the same when I come thru

Pipe on me fuck around and get your lungs blew

All white wit the black strap like it's kung fu

Do her bad with moves like I'm mj

How the fuck you him you can't even get a ten day

If it's up I'm on the block like dikembe

Bankroll on me really thumbing till my wrist break

What the fuck

Been ran it up they jus now got to catching up

Whip foreign everything you drive be standard huh

Constructing all the work niggas know I keep hammers tucked

33 On me got me scoring like Kareem

On the block wit that rocket yea I'm sparking like Hakeem

1st seed type shit the whole gang the winning team

Always on go so the chop gotta green bream

Motion in the playbook boy I'm finna run the O

Got bro scoring off the brick like a pick n roll

Tryna ask if I rock with you I am not mike

Niggas tryna figure how I do it this shit real light

Hustle too tuff Pat Bev how I get right

How yo guard up wit no pole mr top flight?

50 On me it don't make sense to go window shop

M on his head for the coin imma hit the block

Clip on me asking for a fade finna trim his top

Drake with the switch if I flip it it's not gone stop

Still flexing still stepping like I'm youngboy

On his trail then I'm blazing shit I'm Brandon Roy

Chop wit no manners fuck around leave his block destroyed

Other side hate that I got juice like I'm kid Laroi

Tool on me if it's a problem I'll fix it

Trying to touchdown here we gon blitz shit

If he clutch the automatic gon shift shit

Fuck around and up hands you getting dismissed

Heavy Stepper Nigga