Betta Stop - Young Chris

Type of Shit I Like to pull up to

Pull up like skrrr

Whut up niggas

Drop that bag off

See my team eating and yall team sleep

So all that get money shit yall talk about Betta Stop

(Verse 1 — Young Chris)

Been High since I came in the game that purple rain flow

Tired of school bustin some 30's

Hiding my pain though

Paper stack like cake yo

Back in the trenches tryin to creep up on some bankroll

Same clothes till there’s big faces and my chain go blang mo'

Niggas pillow talkin with the same hoes

Same ol' devious creature that Peen dating

I seen her out with meek and Deen she dream chasin

Betta stop (uh)

Better throw up

For the rainy days that fast money slow up

And the feel when they try to tag your toe up

We drinkin straight we dont ever pour up

Niggas sleep on them blow ups till we blow up

Niggas stop cereal for lunch

Cold cuts or dinner

Forgive me lord im a sinner

Smoke marajana for breakfast

This game tryin to depress us

Closest to the closer famoso for the closure

Good morning niggas

(Break)

(Verse 2 — Young Chris)

Pimps up hoes down ten toes down mo' work and more pounds

Niggas better go or pay ya hear that knock early a.m. the federals are there

I ain’t scared im just smokin eatin edibles in here

Homies did a nuff time pray I never go through there

Know you feel if your family for time to go through years and get left hanging

Fake homie I thought you cared

No tears young jizzle

Seen it all taught to load a muppet every month to clean em off

Pirex’s up in the kitchen show you you how to fry up a pigeon

They couldn’t see my vision had to switch up on a mission had to stop

Shake the blocks switch up the rock all in a day it changed balin with Jay and

Dame

I said fuck it cut off the luggage and the way of things

Killem later fuck the haters its the players game welcome to the fame niggas

(Interude)

(Verse 3 — Young Chris)

Betta stop nigga think about what you doin before them boy start shooting pack

Like you ain’t got everything for the low a couple bitches that fluent

The black mask when i do em cause pussy niggas be suen betta stop

Look and think about who you roll with

Before them cops be knowin about them shots we thrownin

From prison picking your body that vortex in your toe and

You payin taxes for life till them gansta naggas you owe 'em

Betta stop

Who you think goin to get caught in that rain though heard you niggas is pussy

they ain’t snorting cocain smoking weed from the derb painkillers for the pain

more pain from the flow

Champagne for the bros