Betchua (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse]
Hundred in the chop, it's a C cup
b*tch, I see you hatin' through the peephole
Stomp you in Margielas and a peacoat
She a bum b*tch, but love the way she deepthroat
Silly n*ggas always want a hero
This sh*t rip through a vest, I got cheat codes
My life is the matrix, b*tch, I'm Neo
My b*tches 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 b*tch up in my DM
And she gon' keep on sayin' that I'm gifted
Model b*tches gave me all the lip gloss
In return, I gave her all thе drip-drop
I just went to Rami on a pit stop
Eighty thousand cash for my wristwatch
Thinkin' to myself when this sh*t stop?
I bе up in jail with my di*k soft
I ain't have a bail when they switched up
Got a couple mil', but this sh*t 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 b*tch dash
Why you takin' pictures in your man's whip?
Stand up on the hood if it's that real
n*gga, what's the dents? You got cash for it
n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 pus*y n*gga with the pat-down
Gang in this b*tch with the MACs out
n*gga 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
n*gga, we don't do relaxin'
n*gga, you ain't have sh*t
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
b*tch, 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 f*cked 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 sh*t 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 n*gga, it's a Mickey
Another body, though, I'm just kidding
'Cause they'll come and snatch you for your riddles
Violating First Amendment (sh*t)
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, n*gga, you ain't been there
b*tch, 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 b*tch, 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 (sh*t, n*gga)
pus*y, I am not the police, don't lie to me
Stick came out the closet, it's a shy Glizzy
b*tch, I'm runnin' out of words and my eyes squintin'
Here y'all go my last words, man, I'm tired, n*gga
No, I'm lyin', n*gga, I'm just high, n*gga
I'll pull up at your college endin' hoop dreams
What I'm trippin' on? Balenciaga shoe strings
How the f*ck 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 b*tch, man she stupid
Good bobble while she listen to my music
n*gga, how you wanna do this?
It was cold as sh*t
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, sh*t, ah, sh*t)
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 n*ggas 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 n*gga sh*t bags
Really, man, this sh*t sad
Oh, baby want her get-back
I ran a b*tch twice, the third time she got a chin strap (sh*t, n*gga)
How the f*ck do I be comin' up with this sh*t?
Ten attempted suicides on my slit wrist
Free my n*ggas, I might cry when this sh*t finish
Too poured, I might die when this sh*t finish
Why you do that? Why you lie? You a b*tch, n*gga
Mink draggin', I could fly on a b*tch n*gga
Cold devil walk on ice and this sh*t sickle
I'ma hand the mic back, I just ripped n*ggas
[Outro]
Hahaha, I had to do this one over, b*tch
It's 2020 and I got out before my birthday
And I'm finna f*ck all you n*ggas' b*tches
But yeah, n*ggas know the truth
Nah, I don't want them b*tches
I need the money, we know the truth
The truth is undisputed
Hahaha
Take it up with the jury, family
Not guilty, n*gga, shut up