Billie Jean

Won't miss that shit

If you find them, they gon' get that shit

Go Grizz

And I won't miss any of them

Yeah, mmm (Winners Circle)

Look at my schedule, ****

My itinerary is lookin' too busy for ****

But I still fuck with you ****

Yeah, I swear to God, yeah, I got love for you ****

Shedded some blood for you ****

If you think I'm slippin', you buggin', lil' ****

I stay groupied up, lil' ****

Fingers twisted up, throwin' up W, ****

I'm thinkin' ahead of you ****

All my ****' cases went federal, ****

I'm so immaculate, ****

On my way to the bank, I laugh at you ****

All my chains on everywhere I fuckin' go

So I keep the ratchet, lil' ****

Mike Amiri jeans on in my Billie Jean bag

In my bag on you ****

Put you on a t-shirt, you ain't like that

You don't want static with ****

She think I'ma keep her

Beat it up bad like I caught a battery, ****

Blood on my sneakers

Louboutin bag, I'm givin' swag to you ****

I don't really think they could fucking keep up

I still got respect for you ****, ah

Shawty wanna kiss me, fuck me, suck me, lick me, love me, ah

Look at my wrist, my drip, my dick, my stick, I get like, ah

Shawty gon' stay down, spin around

Get around, come back, just like, ooh

But it's okay now, found out

You're just like me and I'm just like you

Ah, ah, ah, I'm just like you

Tryna get my fuckin' bread up

I got drugs on me, but I'm blessed up

Gotta keep my fuckin' head up

Diamonds all around the bezel

Hoodie on, feelin' mellow

They hit my **** in the head, yo

That shit made me wanna let go

(That shit made me wanna let go)

That shit made me wanna let go

That shit made me wanna let go

That shit made me wanna let go

That shit made me wanna let go

That shit made me wanna let go

That shit made me wanna let go

That shit made me wanna let go