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Betty's Video (MV)




Performed By: Mac Certified
Length: 2:05
Written by: Patrick Caruthers




Mac Certified - Betty's Lyrics




I was trappin at bettys
4 in the morning im selling that reddi
I had to get up and get it
These niggas aint f*ck with me they was so petty
These bitches aint f*ck with me til i got breaded
Now that im up ima make you regret it
Now that its f*ck you and you cant accept it
All of this money shit i cannot help it
Dont smoke no reggie it give me a headache
Strapped with that dezzi dont let it get messy
I hate a bitch that be acting too messy
I hate a snitch cause we dont do no telling
All of my niggas is killas or felons and they living reckless ull kill you for telling
Got rid of all of the shit i was selling
Better come get it we dont do no melling
I got that marley that boi and that ellen
Nigga try me and im gone bust his melon
I almost fell all this shit im inhaling
Pussy so wet that a nigga just fell in
Everywhere i go im strapped with that canon and one extra clip cause it might come in handy
I f*cked yo bitch and i aint even plan it
She chew on them zannies just like its some candy
When they see that choppa them pussy boys panic
I kept it real when they all was a gamic
I took the game in my hand like a bandit
I got that bread i aint talking for sandwich
Niggas got beef and im bringing that manwich
So many shots that them niggas cant manage
He need a doctor send him to vandy
Ill save the rest of the rounds for his family
I send them shooters to kidnap yo mammy
I got some rugers that dont do no jamming
I spent a bag on my bitch got her fancy
Another bag on my wrist diamonds dancing
I used to sleep in the trap
Peep out the peep with my heat in the trap
Better think twice before f*cking with mac
You gone get wacked put your feet in that crap
Whip up that drop like my feet in the crack
F*ck selling whole ima piece out the pack
Yal niggas broke cause yal geek out the pack
Police at the door finna sneak out the back
3 in a row finna re up a last
Im in a coupe with no seats in the back
I got some weed and some heat in the back
I had to get on my feet for that cash
Mac
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I was trappin at bettys
4 in the morning im selling that reddi
I had to get up and get it
These niggas aint f*ck with me they was so petty
These bitches aint f*ck with me til i got breaded
Now that im up ima make you regret it
Now that its f*ck you and you cant accept it
All of this money shit i cannot help it
Dont smoke no reggie it give me a headache
Strapped with that dezzi dont let it get messy
I hate a bitch that be acting too messy
I hate a snitch cause we dont do no telling
All of my niggas is killas or felons and they living reckless ull kill you for telling
Got rid of all of the shit i was selling
Better come get it we dont do no melling
I got that marley that boi and that ellen
Nigga try me and im gone bust his melon
I almost fell all this shit im inhaling
Pussy so wet that a nigga just fell in
Everywhere i go im strapped with that canon and one extra clip cause it might come in handy
I f*cked yo bitch and i aint even plan it
She chew on them zannies just like its some candy
When they see that choppa them pussy boys panic
I kept it real when they all was a gamic
I took the game in my hand like a bandit
I got that bread i aint talking for sandwich
Niggas got beef and im bringing that manwich
So many shots that them niggas cant manage
He need a doctor send him to vandy
Ill save the rest of the rounds for his family
I send them shooters to kidnap yo mammy
I got some rugers that dont do no jamming
I spent a bag on my bitch got her fancy
Another bag on my wrist diamonds dancing
I used to sleep in the trap
Peep out the peep with my heat in the trap
Better think twice before f*cking with mac
You gone get wacked put your feet in that crap
Whip up that drop like my feet in the crack
F*ck selling whole ima piece out the pack
Yal niggas broke cause yal geek out the pack
Police at the door finna sneak out the back
3 in a row finna re up a last
Im in a coupe with no seats in the back
I got some weed and some heat in the back
I had to get on my feet for that cash
Mac
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Writer: Patrick Caruthers
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