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I'm Betta
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Rap
I'm Betta was released on March 13, 2025 by Alamo as a part of the album Back 2 Da Future
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Release DateMarch 13, 2025
LabelAlamo
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM69

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hopout Shawn
Hopout Shawn
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shawn Sea
Shawn Sea
Composer
Darius Henry
Darius Henry
Composer
Ryder Johnson
Ryder Johnson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Dee
Yung Dee
Producer
Ryder Johnson
Ryder Johnson
Producer
Bosley
Bosley
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, they thought I was gone when I'm back and I'm better
She do what you let her, she do what I tell her
Send me a drop before I even met her
Heads on her hood, it's before I'm a sweater
She say, you a ****, for me, she get wetter
Be the opp' person, I want these sweaters
My **** just got sent off, it's cool
I'm finna write my dollars, don't let them
Told them when they get out, we on a new level
I rap what I'm doin', they callin' it special
I ain't gotta tell me, I know I'm a rebel
Slimy as it get closer to the devil
I ain't with stomp, but you still be with steppers
God damn, what that metal fuck is it?
Tuck, heard a **** talking about giving me a grape
I'm down the game of shovel
I'm tryna make a **** eat them leather
Throw a little count with a pen on the couch
One six to the clip, I can't wait till I catch you
We catch my pussies on guard, I'm a blessin'
Tried to bust back a little slime, didn't let him
Before I even clout, they was gettin' at him
Everybody with me, move, ski, cautious
You'll never know who the scratcher
You go with the mood, ****, I ain't saying please
You put in a cough on the lip on the scratcher
Came with the bows, and he tried to attack the plucky
We had to go and finesse him
Where I'm from, this shit get rough
And they all got shit, but it'll get better
But to me, this shit just letters
I'ma go and get it, no matter the weather
We never been the same at all
You was chasing hoes, I was chasing cheddar
We was some cereal, I be frosted
Flake these ****, fruit and pebbles
I ain't tryna squat no beef, she dead
**** fuck your gang, you smoke forever
These switches ain't picky, they get it well
She gave me the logic to show she clever
Pay for her, we ain't even together
I'm knockin' hold them up, Drake on the dresser
We havin' shit that came off college off
The pen and the chop came with us to prep'
We cuss on the glizzies, these are the glizzies
If it's something we don't like, then we start hittin'
Just a young **** with a lot of attention
Before we go, we buck with some easy, crazy
Now everything full of a semi, we been with the moose
It's a kid, we ain't kidding, here where I go
****, red, the clock walk around too
Scrap like your business, spammer
Now I thought he got a new look, but the hoes
I'm too slow, we done fucked around, I already spent this
**** talkin' bout to put a bag on his head, cop
You don't know if I don't want to send this
If you see me with a new bitch, she payin' for shit
I ain't that rapid, it's tricky
Y'all probably buyin' this image, I'm noin' unlimited
Signin' them a deadly expenses
I was a gen, never needed a man for shit
I already knew I was different
Jimenez, six here, knock down big shit
A.I.P. smaller than a midget
These **** kickin' up more than bitches
Twelve bump down, everybody snitchin'
I'm probably a suspect, never the witness
However it go, I ain't sayin' the sentence
I'm layin' the dowager, give me my sentence
If you death, if they catch me, you know I'ma give me
Got shit, the girl buggin' in the kitty
Some of my arms so broke, this shit like the joke
Forgettin' that ex is easy
And I don't bitch, nah, I'm with the sweat on the 50
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Written by: Darius Henry, Ryder Johnson, Shawn Sea
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