Betchua (Freestyle)

Hundred in the chop, it's a C cup Bitch, I see you hatin' through the peephole Stomp you in Margielas and a peacoat She a bum bitch, but love the way she deepthroat Silly niggas always want a hero This shit rip through a vest, I got cheat codes My life is the matrix, bitch, I'm Neo My bitches set it off, I brought Cleo I just beat it down on a pit stop Audemar, Pateks for my wristwatch I don't wanna talk about these pictures 'Cause they remind me how I ruined Christmas Guatemalan bitch up in my DM And she gon' keep on sayin' that I'm gifted Model bitches gave me all the lip gloss In return, I gave her all the drip-drop I just went to Rami on a pit stop Eighty thousand cash for my wristwatch Thinkin' to myself when this shit stop? I be up in jail with my dick soft I ain't have a bail when they switched up Got a couple mil', but this shit cost Tell 'em free my fam, we can switch back A hundred thousand cash up in ten stacks This domestic violence with no get-back That's Mei Ling walkin' with a chin strap I'm super hot fire, where the Tic Tac? You a small fry, I'm a Big Mac Could've went to college, but I switched paths Now I'm stackin' hundreds on this bitch dash Why you takin' pictures in your man's whip? Stand up on the hood if it's that real Nigga, what's the dents? You got cash for it Niggas always takin' pics and cappin' He got ten chains on, I brought a magnet That'll let you really know what's happening Better let these niggas know I'm active This a hard 39 when I'm clappin' Thizz face on like I'm Mac Dre Since I said it, R.I.P. to Mac Dre Hit a pussy nigga with the pat-down Gang in this bitch with the MACs out Nigga trip, I'ma lay the smack down Just bought another whip, I got priors Machete on the K, I'm Mike Myers I was tryna eat steak and lobster Instead, it's meatballs and lasagna Nigga, we don't do relaxin' Nigga, you ain't have shit GLE coupe with the MAC in it Then I had the Jag' with the cracked mirror 650 coupe with the cracked fender Drove the M3, did the dash in it You know I had to get away from crashin' it Sticks in the car, I'm a drummer too Left his brains up in Timbuktu Bitch, I get dough, I know Homer too And I did all my homework too Su Yung beggin' me to come home too But Mei Ling is a home run too Said I shouldn't wait or get fucked by two A threesome'll just set my mood Play me like I'm dumb, I'ma spill my juice This a mop and it clean up cool On the dance floor, I just found my groove My two-step and my knockouts smooth When I walk the yard's when I paid my dues Crash dummies who I call my goons They just wanna die, drink mud, and shoot It's nothin' that I love more than juice Bro, this shit deeper than a punchline Mops in the car when it's crunch time Ten thousand on my head, I walk the fine line I was up in jail flushin' one time, sunshine Bentley Supersport when the sun out Foreign whip crasher, but I flu flam in Hyundai Gotta switch the lingo, it get tricky Glad I came with a hundiddy Goofy-ass nigga, it's a Mickey Another body, though, I'm just kidding 'Cause they'll come and snatch you for your riddles Violating First Amendment (Shit) Why you got your hand out? You wobblin', you couldn't even stand down Thinkin' back, I should've went the scam route Or maybe I just should've went to Cam house Yeah, you ballin', but you couldn't help your mans out Mad I gotta go back to this damn trial Beat it like Michael, I'm the man in the mirror Wrist dancin', showboatin', Rick Flair Mike Tyson in the jungle with a bear I be lyin' if I never shed a tear If you been where I been, nah, nigga, you ain't been there Bitch, I beat life and the big chair I could've had a sponge on my good hair Reclinin' seats back, I'm smellin' good air Model bitch, all you see is good hair It's gon' be a good year I just left where Suge left twenty-nine on four-nine I'm out and gettin' good cash (Shit, nigga) Pussy, I am not the police, don't lie to me Stick came out the closet, it's a shy Glizzy Bitch, I'm runnin' out of words and my eyes squintin' Here y'all go my last words, man, I'm tired, nigga No, I'm lyin', nigga, I'm just high, nigga I'll pull up at your college endin' hoop dreams What I'm trippin' on? Balenciaga shoe strings How the fuck I even know you went to school here? Mr. Mosely, he be tellin' me to do things Hundiddy what we call a thousand uchies You can have the broke bitch, man she stupid Good bobble while she listen to my music Nigga, how you wanna do this? It was cold as shit I was beatin' down your girl with a golden fist And I think you noticed it Did it 'cause she close to you Thief in the night, but I can turn into the Poltergeist Shawty said, "I know you right" (Ah, shit, ah, shit) Never bring a knife to a gunfight unless it's on one Machete on the K, I'm Mike Myers in a snowstorm Show these niggas no love The Major Leagues, home run Could've went to college, but I'm heavy handed pourin' up I'll pull up on your block, it's the end games Playin' heavy metal rock when I switch lane Potty mouth, I just left a nigga shit bags Really, man, this shit sad Oh, baby want her get-back I ran a bitch twice, the third time she got a chin strap (Shit, nigga) How the fuck do I be comin' up with this shit? Ten attempted suicides on my slit wrist Free my niggas, I might cry when this shit finish Too poured, I might die when this shit finish Why you do that? Why you lie? You a bitch, nigga Mink draggin', I could fly on a bitch nigga Cold devil walk on ice and this shit sickle I'ma hand the mic back, I just ripped niggas Hahaha, I had to do this one over, bitch It's 2020 and I got out before my birthday And I'm finna fuck all you niggas' bitches But yeah, niggas know the truth Nah, I don't want them bitches I need the money, we know the truth The truth is undisputed Hahaha Take it up with the jury, family Not guilty, nigga, shut up