Betty Lyrics

Ahem

They don't care nothing about me

I was down Bad, i was drowning

Now I payed for streams, I'm counting

Get y'all bread up, need accounting

Niggas they broke like how you allow this

Bitch I'm zoted room is cloudy

My twin keep them nines we about it

fuck that bitch, then get up outie

My, My wrist water something like fountain

My, My wrist water something like Nile

Find that bitch, that bitch get pounded

Bullets in you're teeth, that bitch enamel

Switch on me, that boy get damaged

Ghost Glocks, we some phantoms

Dub that bitch I ain't got no manners

you're bitch off them Xanax

Feel like yo bitch popped too many

Young bitch mad, you don't got no bready

I'm stab that hoe just like Freddy

Nine of my pockets, bitch I'm ready

I'm finna pop bitch, just like confetti

Keep my Glock, bitch you need some medics

We gon' cook that boy like Betty

We gon' cook that boy like Betty

We gon' cook that boy like Betty

We gon' cook that boy like Betty

I suit up, bitch i'm ready

I got good cheese, I got fetty

Half white bitch I feel like Maddy

Going up bitch break the ceiling

Pop them perc's not penicillin

Bitch on nerves I might just kill her

Power tools bitch I might drill her

They don't care nothing about me

I was down Bad, i was drowning

Now I payed for streams, I'm counting

Get y'all bread up, need accounting

Niggas they broke like how you allow this

Bitch I'm zoted room is cloudy

My twin keep them nines we about it

fuck that bitch, then get up outie

My, My, My wrist water something like fountain

My, My, My wrist water something like Nile

Find that bitch, that bitch get pounded

Bullets in you're teeth, that bitch enamel

Switch on me, that boy get damaged

Ghost Glocks, we some phantoms

Dub that bitch I ain't got no manners

you're bitch off them Xanax

Feel like yo bitch popped too many

Young bitch mad, you don't got no bready

I'm stab that hoe just like Freddy

Nine of my pockets, bitch I'm ready

I'm finna pop bitch, just like confetti

Keep my Glock, bitch you need some medics

We gon' cook that boy like Betty

We gon' cook that boy like Betty

We gon' cook that boy like Betty

We gon' cook that boy like Betty

Niggas they gon' fold on me

Money what they want from me

Try me, we gon' dome something

I don't want much

Loyalty, don't want love

Bro snake me might throw up

Bro snake me might go nuts

Ride around might blow something

Yo bitch she won't blow some

Know I keep 44's tucked

Big ass four's we pour up

Got no bread, you broke a fuck

paranoid keep one tucked

We gon' cook him Crocker

We gon' cook that boy like Betty

We gon' cook that boy like Betty

We gon' cook that boy like Betty

We gon' cook her Crocker

Cook him Betty Crocker

My, My, My wrist water something like fountain

My, My, My wrist water something like Nile

Find that bitch, that bitch get pounded

Bullets in you're teeth, that bitch enamel

Switch on me, that boy get damaged

Ghost Glocks, we some phantoms

Dub that bitch I ain't got no manners

You're bitch off them Xanax

Feel like yo bitch popped too many

Young bitch mad, you don't got no bready

I'm stab that hoe just like Freddy

Nine of my pockets, bitch I'm ready

I'm finna pop bitch, just like confetti

Keep my Glock, bitch you need some medics

We gon' cook that boy like Betty