Betchua Freestyle

Hundred in the chop, it's a C cup

Bitch, I see you hatin' through the peephole

Stomp you in Margielas and a peacoat

She a bum bitch, but love the way she deepthroat

Silly niggas always want a hero

This shit rip through a vest, I got cheat codes

My life is the matrix, bitch, I'm Neo

My bitches 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 bitch up in my DM

And she gon' keep on sayin' that I'm gifted

Model bitches gave me all the lip gloss

In return, I gave her all the drip-drop

I just went to Rami on a pit stop

Eighty thousand cash for my wristwatch

Thinkin' to myself when this shit stop?

I be up in jail with my dick soft

I ain't have a bail when they switched up

Got a couple mil', but this shit 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 bitch dash

Why you takin' pictures in your man's whip?

Stand up on the hood if it's that real

Nigga, what's the dents? You got cash for it

Niggas 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 niggas 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 pussy nigga with the pat-down

Gang in this bitch with the MACs out

Nigga 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

Nigga, we don't do relaxin'

Nigga, you ain't have shit

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

Bitch, 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 fucked 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 shit 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 nigga, it's a Mickey

Another body, though, I'm just kidding

'Cause they'll come and snatch you for your riddles

Violating First Amendment (Shit)

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, nigga, you ain't been there

Bitch, 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 bitch, 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 (Shit, nigga)

Pussy, I am not the police, don't lie to me

Stick came out the closet, it's a shy Glizzy

Bitch, I'm runnin' out of words and my eyes squintin'

Here y'all go my last words, man, I'm tired, nigga

No, I'm lyin', nigga, I'm just high, nigga

I'll pull up at your college endin' hoop dreams

What I'm trippin' on? Balenciaga shoe strings

How the fuck 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 bitch, man she stupid

Good bobble while she listen to my music

Nigga, how you wanna do this?

It was cold as shit

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, shit, ah, shit)

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 niggas 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 nigga shit bags

Really, man, this shit sad

Oh, baby want her get-back

I ran a bitch twice, the third time she got a chin strap (Shit, nigga)

How the fuck do I be comin' up with this shit?

Ten attempted suicides on my slit wrist

Free my niggas, I might cry when this shit finish

Too poured, I might die when this shit finish

Why you do that? Why you lie? You a bitch, nigga

Mink draggin', I could fly on a bitch nigga

Cold devil walk on ice and this shit sickle

I'ma hand the mic back, I just ripped niggas

Hahaha, I had to do this one over, bitch

It's 2020 and I got out before my birthday

And I'm finna fuck all you niggas' bitches

But yeah, niggas know the truth

Nah, I don't want them bitches

I need the money, we know the truth

The truth is undisputed

Hahaha

Take it up with the jury, family

Not guilty, nigga, shut up