Betchua (Freestyle)

[Verse]
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 thе 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 bе 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

[Outro]
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