You Betta (Jesus Take The Wheel) lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, lil' b*tch, you better—
Lil' b*tch, you better—
Lil' b*tch, you better—
I let—
Ayy

[Chorus]
Why you always throwin' dubs on that b*tch? 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 b*tch? 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—

[Post-Chorus]
Lil' b*tch, you better—
Lil' b*tch, you better—
Lil' b*tch, you better—
Lil' b*tch, you better—
Ayy, lil' b*tch

[Verse 1]
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 sh*t across the water
Eat yo' pus*y 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—
[Chorus]
Why you always throwin' dubs on that b*tch? 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 b*tch? 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—

[Post-Chorus]
Lil' b*tch, you better— (Bounce on that di*k, that's right)
Lil' b*tch, you better— (Bounce on that di*k, that's right)
Lil' b*tch, you better— (Bounce on that di*k, that's right)
Lil' b*tch, you better— (Bounce on that di*k, that's right)
Ayy, lil' b*tch, you better—

[Verse 2]
Casamigos rockin', she in Vogue (Go, b*tch)
I can get that pus*y with a card
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 n*ggas don't do that, lil' b*tch
Poke it out, let me screw that, lil' b*tch
Money long, I done grew that, lil' b*tch
LA n*gga, I grew up on di*kie'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
All this stress, come and take the weight off me
All this stress, come and take the weight off me
Let me— (Let me—), let me—, ho
[Chorus]
Why you always throwin' dubs on that b*tch? 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 b*tch? 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—

[Post-Chorus]
Lil' b*tch, you better— (Bounce on that di*k, that's right)
Lil' b*tch, you better— (Bounce on that di*k, that's right)
Lil' b*tch, you better— (Bounce on that di*k, that's right)
Lil' b*tch, you better— (Bounce on that di*k, that's right)
Lil' b*tch, you better—

[Outro]
Ayy, go, b*tch
Go, b*tch