"You Betta (Jesus Take The Wheel)" lyrics

Ayy, lil' bitch, you better—
Lil' bitch, you better—
Lil' bitch, you better—
I let—
Ayy

Why you always throwin' dubs on that bitch? I'm straight
I let Jesus take the wheel, Glock on my lap
I let Jesus take the wheel, folks caught a charge
I let Jesus take the wheel, I let—
Why you always throwin' dubs on that bitch? I'm straight
I let Jesus take the wheel, folks caught a charge
I let Jesus take the wheel, Glock on my lap
I let—, I let—

Lil' bitch, you better—
Lil' bitch, you better—
Lil' bitch, you better—
Lil' bitch, you better—
Ayy, lil' bitch

I need a outlet, baby, bounce that
Why you talkin' out your mouth, trick? Baby, bounce that
I got too much on my plate for you not to shake somethin'
We could take it out the states for you, I'd be great for you
I got cousin up in county, they just threw a case on 'em
I got homie in the morgue, we just had a wake for him
Lil' baby, I'm a black man, it ain't safe for us
When you come around with vibes, I need you to shake somethin'
Why you always in my head? I prefer the neck from you
I just wanna catch a cloud, I don't need the stress from you
I just need a lil' energy, we try to take this shit across the water
Eat yo' pussy on the balcony, my appetite go harder
I'm a dog, ho, I beat the brakes off it
Know you stressed, all that pressure, let me take the weight off you
Know you stressed, all that pressure, let me take the weight off you
Let me— (Let me—), let me—

Why you always throwin' dubs on that bitch? I'm straight
I let Jesus take the wheel, Glock on my lap
I let Jesus take the wheel, folks caught a charge
I let Jesus take the wheel, I let—
Why you always throwin' dubs on that bitch? I'm straight
I let Jesus take the wheel, folks caught a charge
I let Jesus take the wheel, Glock on my lap
I let—, I let—

Lil' bitch, you better— (Bounce on that dick, that's right)
Lil' bitch, you better— (Bounce on that dick, that's right)
Lil' bitch, you better— (Bounce on that dick, that's right)
Lil' bitch, you better— (Bounce on that dick, that's right)
Ayy, lil' bitch, you better—

Casamigos rockin', she in Vogue (Go, bitch)
I can get that pussy with a card
Love me some somethin' chocolate, I got black-queen fetishes
Real body fetishes, get in there like the crevasses
Stretch marks hittin', all the surgery repetitive
Celebrate my W's, my L's is only less this year
You do too much gossip, always changin' narratives
Real niggas don't do that, lil' bitch
Poke it out, let me screw that, lil' bitch
Money long, I done grew that, lil' bitch
LA nigga, I grew up on Dickie's with the creases
But my money don't fold, leave the realer stuff to neices
Need some time away from work? Baby, call me
All this stress, come and take the weight off me
All this stress, come and take the weight off me
Let me— (Let me—), let me—, ho

Why you always throwin' dubs on that bitch? I'm straight
I let Jesus take the wheel, Glock on my lap
I let Jesus take the wheel, folks caught a charge
I let Jesus take the wheel, I let—
Why you always throwin' dubs on that bitch? I'm straight
I let Jesus take the wheel, folks caught a charge
I let Jesus take the wheel, Glock on my lap
I let—, I let—

Lil' bitch, you better— (Bounce on that dick, that's right)
Lil' bitch, you better— (Bounce on that dick, that's right)
Lil' bitch, you better— (Bounce on that dick, that's right)
Lil' bitch, you better— (Bounce on that dick, that's right)
Lil' bitch, you better—

Ayy, go, bitch
Go, bitch