Billie

Kid Buu a demon

Yeah, yeah

Oohdem Beatz

You ain't really eatin', boy, your pockets look anemic

All these rappers are my sons, I feel like Billie Jean, yeah

Try to run up, not the one, that blicky in my jeans, yeah

All these racks, I got it on me, can't fit in my jeans, yeah

You ain't really eatin', boy, your pockets look anemic

All these rappers are my sons, I feel like Billie Jean, yeah

Try to run up, not the one, that blicky in my jeans, yeah

All these racks, I got it on me, can't fit in my jeans, yeah

Heard you ain't gettin' no racks, heard you've been chillin' with rats, yeah

I keep my racks in the bank, all of my *****s yell "Slatt!"

I got a strap, it's a MAC, I hit that ho' before I go to the bank

I hit that ho' thenI don't call her back

She said she need percs 'cause I'm hurtin' her back

That ***** wet but that ***** don't stink

I got the water, like sink

Fook what a fook ***** think

I'm everything that a fook ***** ain't

Kid Buu a demon but my biatch a saint

The Saint Laurent, it go good with the Mink

I'm poppin' on percs and smokin' on dank

I'm off a bean and I'm sippin' on drank

I'm off a seal, I ain't talkin' 'bout state

We cleaned you, I ain't talkin' 'bout slate

We got the cake, I ain't talkin' 'bout baked

Countin' big racks and they only blue face

Still with Gorillas, not talkin' 'bout Bape

I got the strap, like a lesbian babe

I got that smoke, that boy don't want no vape

Can't save a ho', I don't own me a cape

You ain't really eatin', boy, your pockets look anemic

All these rappers are my sons, I feel like Billie Jean, yeah

Try to run up, not the one, that blicky in my jeans, yeah

All these racks, I got it on me, can't fit in my jeans, yeah

You ain't really eatin', boy, your pockets look anemic

All these rappers are my sons, I feel like Billie Jean, yeah

Try to run up, not the one, that blicky in my jeans, yeah

All these racks, I got it on me, can't fit in my jeans, yeah