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Betty Boop
Hop out the
Gohan you said something about the snare was off?
Fuck it we gone let it do what it do

Hop out the coupe (hop out the what)
I'm in the loop, (I'm in the ooo)
Betty my boo (Betty my ooo)
Her becky the truth (yea, yea, yea)

Hope for the wraith, while I pray for a flood on my neck
Pop out on a jeweler and cop a Patek
181 bring it down LES
Ape on my bones, bang that shit on my chest

Hop out the coupe (hop out the ooo)
I'm in the loop, (I'm in the ooo)
Betty my boo (Betty my aye)
Her becky the truth (yеa, yea, yea)

Pop out in the mazzi, I'm starting to feel likе a vet
Gelato and purple a P, in the trench
I walk in the room and a skunk is the stench
315 all the way down to the X

Listen my n***a, we gettin that skrilla, now get out yo feelings go get you some
The prettiest women, be feelin a n***a, they get on my dick and they gimme some
Pity the fool, I been the one
Plenty of jewels, a n***a up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
6 gear tryna stay in my lane
Cash checks, I'm ok on the fame
Show time, make my way to a plane
Magic City put the David in Blaine
It's either you lose or you wit us
Me and my crew is the winners
Bitches be choosing a n***a
I feel it as soon as I
Hop out the coupe (hop out the what)
I'm in the loop, (I'm in the ooo)
Betty my boo (Betty my ooo)
Her becky the truth (yea, yea, yea)

Hope for the wraith, while I pray for a flood on my neck
Pop out on a jeweler and cop a Patek
181 bring it down LES
Ape on my bones, bang that shit on my chest

Hop out the coupe (hop out the ooo)
I'm in the loop, (I'm in the ooo)
Betty my boo (Betty my aye)
Her becky the truth (yea, yea, yea)

Pop out in the mazzi, I'm starting to feel like a vet
Gelato and purple a P, in the trench
I walk in the room and a skunk is the stench
315 all the way down to the X

Fuck what you heard, hop in a lam and we skirt, (skr)
The flow is the same now I'm changing the words
Tired of rolling this dirt from the earth, but I'm happy to say that the earth is my turf
Ooh, yeah
The earth is my turf
I smell like success but you smell like a turd
Prospered with knowledge while learning my worth
Miles away from the Mother that birthed
Ooh, yeah
Fuck up a check
Waste all you got now you stuck in a debt
You down and you out tryna earn your respect but you need to be weary for goons with the tec
Mmm, yeah
The goal is Patek and Hollywood Hills where we ravaging next
A home that's secluded a place just to rest just to get out the way of the demons ahead
Hop out the coupe (hop out the what)
I'm in the loop, (I'm in the ooo)
Betty my boo (Betty my ooo)
Her becky the truth (yea, yea, yea)

Hope for the wraith, while I pray for a flood on my neck
Pop out on a jeweler and cop a Patek
181 bring it down LES
Ape on my bones, bang that shit on my chest

Hop out the coupe (hop out the ooo)
I'm in the loop, (I'm in the ooo)
Betty my boo (Betty my aye)
Her becky the truth (yea, yea, yea)

Pop out in the mazzi, I'm starting to feel like a vet
Gelato and purple a P, in the trench
I walk in the room and a skunk is the stench
315 all the way down to the X