Where Is (Billie Jean) lyrics

[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
Step off in the city, I'm that n*gga, b*tch, what's happenin'
You know your pus*y been around the city, why you taxin'?
Yellow diamonds on me, I be eatin' like I'm Pac-Man
All black whip up in my driveway, know I'm Batman
Put it in they face, I got 'em watchin' just like Hulu
Take your b*tch, I turn her up and down, she loose screw
That di*k that drive 'em crazy, put it in her, she go coo-coo
I get up and that body take control, like I know voodoo

[Verse 2: Trapland Pat]
If he ain't got no iPhone, show that pus*y on the [?]
She want me and my man's, it ain't no pressure, this a choo-choo
I'm ridin' 'round in Atlanta for some bih that look like new-new
I get to speakin' french 'bout that money, I got beaucoup
Pull up, black truck, [?] strеtch like a Limousine
[?] I'm rockin' [?] with the nеw Supreme
12 bowls, serve 'em by the dozen this ain't Krispy Kreme
12 holes, now the stick dirty, but he did it clean

[Verse 3: Fredo Bang]
12 Os, I can't drink no liquor, I be sippin' lean
Coat on her, know the hoe ain't mine, this b*tch for the team
5, 6 pockets on my body these Amiri jeans
Only time I turn a freak up, is when I give her beans
Grab her legs, I hit it real hard like I'm butter bee
Dope D, turn a good girl to another fiend
2-11, if he move wrong, I'ma make him bleed
G5, tryna jack some, where is Billie Jean?
[Verse 4: Trapland Pat]
These n*ggas wannabe's, if anything you pulled the beef foreal
Cash out double digits, if you with it, go confirm the kill
City flyin' Benz trucks, 24 I hit the mil
n*ggas lose they cool 'bout these hoes, chill, pop a pill
Duh-duh-duh

[Outro: Fredo Bang]
G5, tryna jack some, where is Billie Jean?