Billie Jean

Intro

(Spoken)

Haha, they ain’t gonna like me for this one…

Uh… Hell yeah, I want the smoke—yeah, the fuck you mean?

Don’t give a damn about a hoe—yeah, you Billie Jeans.

Fuck them.

Chorus (x2)

Hell yeah, I want the smoke—yeah, the fuck you mean?

Don’t give a damn about a hoe—yeah, you Billie Jeans.

I’m the man, ready to go—yeah, I’m on the scene.

Hell yeah, I want the smoke—yeah, the fuck you mean?

Verse 1

I got that bread in my pocket,

I got lead in my rocket.

They cocked and loaded, then they shot me,

But you ain’t gonna stop me.

I’m on they heads now, and they ain’t actin’ cocky.

Making fun of when I failed—now look what all I accomplished.

He put that pistol to my face, tried to take the head off my shoulders.

I slapped that pistol and busted back—pussy bitch, I’m a soldier.

Police tried to play me stupid, pressing charges—I’m a boss.

Crucify me? I got God—help me carry my cross.

I ain’t dead yet, and it sure isn’t over.

I’m on they ass now, and they actin’ so hopeless.

I’m in my bag, and I’m happy you noticed.

Ive been distracted, I was slackin’—now I’m back and I’m focused.

Chorus (x2)

Hell yeah, I want the smoke—yeah, the fuck you mean?

Don’t give a damn about a hoe—yeah, you Billie Jeans.

I’m the man, ready to go—yeah, I’m on the scene.

Hell yeah, I want the smoke—yeah, the fuck you mean?

Verse 2

All these hoes shoot they shot, but the ball missed.

You can’t get what I got—you are dismissed.

All my exes gettin’ curbed like they drop shipped.

Ooh, I bet that hit a nerve like I drop kicked.

Last bitch got complacent—she screwed up.

Then my transmission slipped, and it blew up.

The difference is, I’m not trippin’ off of shit—

Went and got a new bitch in my new truck.

Had to cut some ties, now I’m cutting ribbons.

In a suit and tie, but I’m still in the trenches.

This is do or die, ain’t no room for bitches.

It’s suicidal if you hoes try to fuck with my business.

Ain’t it funny when they talking all up behind ya back?

Now I’m doing good, they ain’t laughing when I stopped talking back.

I don’t care about your thoughts, bitch—they’re prolly sad.

I don’t care about your losses—that’s your bad.

Funny when an ex never wanna speak the truth.

Ain’t it funny, little bitch? Now I’m like, who are you?

I don’t care about your family—bitch, are you new?

Should’ve thought about it—now I don’t give a fuck about you.

Chorus (x4)

Hell yeah, I want the smoke—yeah, the fuck you mean?

Don’t give a damn about a hoe—yeah, you Billie Jeans.

I’m the man, ready to go—yeah, I’m on the scene.

Hell yeah, I want the smoke—yeah, the fuck you mean?

Bridge

Last bitch got complacent—she screwed up.

Then my transmission slipped, and it blew up.

The difference is, I’m not trippin’ off shit—

Went and got a new bitch in my new truck.