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Beht
Hip-Hop/Rap
Beht was released on June 1, 2026 by ShottaMusic Records as a part of the album Beht - Single
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Release DateJune 1, 2026
LabelShottaMusic Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM63

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
James M. Taylor
James M. Taylor
Instrumentalist, Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James M. Taylor
James M. Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jaquez Thompson
Jaquez Thompson
Engineer

Lyrics

Hope that you're happy wherever you are
I know you called and I got your texts
No time to talk, been counting these checks
Running up digits, and stacking respect
Lot on the line and the world at my neck but I'm good
Know I do well under stress
Bout to go pick up the homies and slide through the hood
All of my brothers some vets
I get the pack, flip and invest
Try to take sum, hollows went through his vest
Oh, that's your homie, I guess that your next
Just play your hand, got a lot in my deck
Copped the Versace, I need the Patek
Run through this weight, never breaking a sweat
Don't you believe what you see on the net
Say that you with it, lil' bitch, that's a bet, bet, bet, bet
He want that smoke put that shit on the set
I don't be banging on nothing, motherfucker but run up on me, then you meeting your death like
Bet, bet, bet, bet
I show em sum that they'll never forget
I take your hoe and I'm getting her wet
I'm not giving a fuck about no disrespect
Like bet, bet, bet, bet
Say they gon' get me, okay, that's a stretch
I can get all of y'all hit with that money
I promise you never gon' get me upset
Like bet, bet, bet, bet
I call up Booda, gon' slide with that tech
Like bet, bet, bet, bet
Don't try to stop me, you know I'm up next
Like bet
Don't go for none of that shit on the Gram
Don't do no talking, I just get you blammed
You don't get dough, I need people that can
My time is ticking, you don't understand
Don't care for much, Cept for getting these bands
I had a few hoes fuck up the plan
Told baby mama I did what I can
I gotta deal with supply and demand
And all of these people that doubted me
Now they watching my every move
How they gon' tell me they'd do it for me if they ain't had it, when they ain't even been in my shoes
I put a whole lot of work in to get where I'm at
I gotta watch how I move
And that be the type of shit, motherfuckers can't stand to hear so when they say they coming through
That's a bet, bet, bet, bet
He want that smoke put that shit on the set
I don't be banging on nothing, motherfucker but run up on me, then you meeting your death like
Bet, bet, bet, bet
I show em sum that they'll never forget
I take your hoe and I'm getting her wet
I'm not giving a fuck about no disrespect
Like bet, bet, bet, bet
Say they gon' get me, okay, that's a stretch
I can get all of y'all hit with that money
I promise you never gon' get me upset
Like bet, bet, bet, bet
I call up Booda, gon' slide with that tech
Like bet, bet, bet, bet
Don't try to stop me, you know I'm up next
Like bet
Written by: James M. Taylor
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