You Betta (Jesus Take The Wheel)

Aye, lil' bitch, you better—

Lil' bitch, you better—

Lil' bitch, you better—

I let—

Aye

Why you always throwin' dubs on that bitch? I'm straight

I let Jesus take the wheel, Glock on my lap

I let Jesus take the wheel, folks caught a charge

I let Jesus take the wheel, I let—

Why you always throwin' dubs on that bitch? I'm straight

I let Jesus take the wheel, folks caught a charge

I let Jesus take the wheel, Glock on my lap

I let—, I let—

Lil' bitch, you better—

Lil' bitch, you better—

Lil' bitch, you better—

Lil' bitch, you better—

Aye, lil' bitch

I need a outlet, baby, bounce that

Why you talkin' out your mouth, trick? Baby, bounce that

I got too much on my plate for you not to shake somethin'

We could take it out the states for you, I'd be great for you

I got cousin up in county, they just threw a case on 'em

I got homie in the morgue, we just had a wake for him

Lil' baby, I'm a black man, it ain't safe for us

When you come around with vibes, I need you to shake somethin'

Why you always in my head? I prefer the neck from you

I just wanna catch a cloud, I don't need the stress from you

I just need a lil' energy, we try to take this shit across the water

Eat yo' pussy on the balcony, my appetite go harder

I'm a dog, ho, I beat the brakes off it

Know you stressed, all that pressure, let me take the weight off you

Know you stressed, all that pressure, let me take the weight off you

Let me, let me-

Let me, let me, ho

Why you always throwin' dubs on that bitch? I'm straight

I let Jesus take the wheel, Glock on my lap

I let Jesus take the wheel, folks caught a charge

I let Jesus take the wheel, I let—

Why you always throwin' dubs on that bitch? I'm straight

I let Jesus take the wheel, folks caught a charge

I let Jesus take the wheel, Glock on my lap

I let—, I let—

Lil' bitch, you better—

Bounce on that dick, that's right

Lil' bitch, you better—

Bounce on that dick, that's right

Lil' bitch, you better—

Bounce on that dick, that's right

Lil' bitch, you better—

Bounce on that dick, that's right

Aye, lil' bitch, you better—

Casamigos rockin', she in Vogue

Go, bitch

I can get that pussy with a card

Go, bitch

Love me some somethin' chocolate, I got black-queen fetishes

Real body fetishes, get in there like the crevasses

Stretch marks hittin', all the surgery repetitive

Celebrate my W's, my L's is only less this year

You do too much gossip, always changin' narratives

Real **** don't do that, lil' bitch

Poke it out, let me screw that, lil' bitch

Money long, I done grew that, lil' bitch

L.A. ****, I grew up on Dickie's with the creases

But my money don't fold, leave the realer stuff to neices

Need some time away from work? Baby, call me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

All this stress, come and take the weight off me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

All this stress, come and take the weight off me

Let me-, let me-

Let me, let me, ho

Why you always throwin' dubs on that bitch? I'm straight

I let Jesus take the wheel, Glock on my lap

I let Jesus take the wheel, folks caught a charge

I let Jesus take the wheel, I let—

Why you always throwin' dubs on that bitch? I'm straight

I let Jesus take the wheel, folks caught a charge

I let Jesus take the wheel, Glock on my lap

I let—, I let—

Lil' bitch, you better—

Bounce on that dick, that's right

Lil' bitch, you better—

Bounce on that dick, that's right

Lil' bitch, you better—

Bounce on that dick, that's right

Lil' bitch, you better—

Bounce on that dick, that's right

Lil' bitch, you better—

Aye, go, bitch

Go, bitch