Billie Jean Freestyle

People always told me: Be careful of what you do
Don't go around breakin' young girls' hearts (hee-hee)
And mother always told me: Be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do (oh-oh)
'Cause the lie becomes the truth (oh-oh), hey-ey

Everybody love ddg, I'm the underdog
Ain't no bad bitches left, 'cause I fuck 'em all
Make a hundred k on Snapchat, then I fuck it off
Numbers low, but I promise I ain't stuck it all
Couple more drops, don't trip, I'm a get it up
Sport mode in the lamb, had to fill it up
She don't fuck on first night, but I'm finna fuck
I know she gonna throw that ass back, if shе get lit enough
Top three, I'm not two, I'm the numbеr one
Really dub more cocky, I'm the humble one
Time gone way too fast, how the summer done?
Already got hits, that's another one
Freak ass hoes in the party gonna twerk some
She said niggas ain't shit, I'm the worst one
I don't do text, I want to see this ass in person
So bad, you ain't even got to work nun

People always told me: Be careful of what you do
Don't go around breakin' young girls' hearts (hee-hee)
And mother always told me: Be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do (oh-oh)
'Cause the lie becomes the truth (oh-oh), hey-ey

Maybach got dust on it, barley, drive it
I can turn your main hoe into a side bitch
All black dreads went blonde, when I dyed it
Post a picture on the gram - bitches like it
Bille jean lying on mike, I ain't like that
If the child support hit, that's a nice check
Shooter in the club, he might aim where your lice at
This a stick up, nigga, where your ice at?
Wop only seven, got more motion, then a grown nigga
His auntie put Disney on the phone with him
He might charge a nigga twenty k to do a song with him
Everybody in my family well known nigga
I inspired all you lil niggas, how you hate me?
Y'all been on nigga dick heavy lately
Hop up in the booth and pick a beat and I go crazy
My shorty top tier, bitch, I feel like jay-z

Billie jean is not my lover, uh
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one (oh, baby)
But the kid is not my son (hoo)
She says I am the one