It's a sunny day so what's the plan, whats the move
I just wanna chill, probably smoke what's the groove
Got the windows the down and the sun is coming out
And I wanna cruise slow, so you know what I'm about
About to have a cool all chill chill day
Riding round town in my Ol Betsy
Driving really slow, sike we moving really fast
Racking up the miles, we ain't trippin over gas
Yeooo I'm still going!
Yeah we still going riding with the low fuel
Driving round town looking real real cool
Pull out my phone looking for the best gas
Then we out scooping girls with the best fat ass
Now my haters gonna hate and my haters gonna blame (Blame)
Haters stay mad cause I'm straight up flexing (Xing)
But I don't give a damn yeah I don't give a crap (Crap)
Bet I'm not complaining cause your girl is on my lap (Lap)
Ol Besty is the best, Ol Betsy is the great (Great)
That's your girl's words that are coming out her face (Face)
My haters can't say so get out of my way (Way)
My haters can't test so please don't press me (Me)
Now back to the verse as I spit a couple burst
Rappers all dead to me they should stick to a hearse
Rapping bout drugs (Lame)
Rapping about guns (Lame)
Rapping bout cars
But ain't rapping bout fun (No one cares)
And the AC's crazy lit cause we just got it fixed
But we rather feel the air so we can just reminisce
Got the beers in the back for when we chill and relax
But we don't drive reckless cause my mom would kick my ass
Hope the 5-0 don't come chasing me
Cause the car can't pull pass the speed of eighty
We'll probably keep the car until we hit eighty
But the brakes don't work so that gon be a maybe
I'll probably run you over so don't be talking crazy
I'll probably kill your verse so don't be rapping lazy
You need a new flex yeah you need a new hobby
Cause the bars from the car have me in a 5 star lobby
Now I'm getting hungry I can go for some food
And we in the whip so lets hit the drive thru
Checkers got the deal I can go for some fries
I only got 3 bucks cause I'm the type guy
Sitting in the car now chewing on some food
Greasing up my stomach this ain't nothing new
Now I'm heading home can't believe the day is over
Can't wait to chill tomorrow to do this day over
Why you in your underwear?
Cause I got pants in my car, leave me alone
Soba - Ol Betsy Freestyle Lyrics
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It's a sunny day so what's the plan, whats the move
I just wanna chill, probably smoke what's the groove
Got the windows the down and the sun is coming out
And I wanna cruise slow, so you know what I'm about
About to have a cool all chill chill day
Riding round town in my Ol Betsy
Driving really slow, sike we moving really fast
Racking up the miles, we ain't trippin over gas
Yeooo I'm still going!
Yeah we still going riding with the low fuel
Driving round town looking real real cool
Pull out my phone looking for the best gas
Then we out scooping girls with the best fat ass
Now my haters gonna hate and my haters gonna blame (Blame)
Haters stay mad cause I'm straight up flexing (Xing)
But I don't give a damn yeah I don't give a crap (Crap)
Bet I'm not complaining cause your girl is on my lap (Lap)
Ol Besty is the best, Ol Betsy is the great (Great)
That's your girl's words that are coming out her face (Face)
My haters can't say so get out of my way (Way)
My haters can't test so please don't press me (Me)
Now back to the verse as I spit a couple burst
Rappers all dead to me they should stick to a hearse
Rapping bout drugs (Lame)
Rapping about guns (Lame)
Rapping bout cars
But ain't rapping bout fun (No one cares)
And the AC's crazy lit cause we just got it fixed
But we rather feel the air so we can just reminisce
Got the beers in the back for when we chill and relax
But we don't drive reckless cause my mom would kick my ass
Hope the 5-0 don't come chasing me
Cause the car can't pull pass the speed of eighty
We'll probably keep the car until we hit eighty
But the brakes don't work so that gon be a maybe
I'll probably run you over so don't be talking crazy
I'll probably kill your verse so don't be rapping lazy
You need a new flex yeah you need a new hobby
Cause the bars from the car have me in a 5 star lobby
Now I'm getting hungry I can go for some food
And we in the whip so lets hit the drive thru
Checkers got the deal I can go for some fries
I only got 3 bucks cause I'm the type guy
Sitting in the car now chewing on some food
Greasing up my stomach this ain't nothing new
Now I'm heading home can't believe the day is over
Can't wait to chill tomorrow to do this day over
Why you in your underwear?
Cause I got pants in my car, leave me alone
I just wanna chill, probably smoke what's the groove
Got the windows the down and the sun is coming out
And I wanna cruise slow, so you know what I'm about
About to have a cool all chill chill day
Riding round town in my Ol Betsy
Driving really slow, sike we moving really fast
Racking up the miles, we ain't trippin over gas
Yeooo I'm still going!
Yeah we still going riding with the low fuel
Driving round town looking real real cool
Pull out my phone looking for the best gas
Then we out scooping girls with the best fat ass
Now my haters gonna hate and my haters gonna blame (Blame)
Haters stay mad cause I'm straight up flexing (Xing)
But I don't give a damn yeah I don't give a crap (Crap)
Bet I'm not complaining cause your girl is on my lap (Lap)
Ol Besty is the best, Ol Betsy is the great (Great)
That's your girl's words that are coming out her face (Face)
My haters can't say so get out of my way (Way)
My haters can't test so please don't press me (Me)
Now back to the verse as I spit a couple burst
Rappers all dead to me they should stick to a hearse
Rapping bout drugs (Lame)
Rapping about guns (Lame)
Rapping bout cars
But ain't rapping bout fun (No one cares)
And the AC's crazy lit cause we just got it fixed
But we rather feel the air so we can just reminisce
Got the beers in the back for when we chill and relax
But we don't drive reckless cause my mom would kick my ass
Hope the 5-0 don't come chasing me
Cause the car can't pull pass the speed of eighty
We'll probably keep the car until we hit eighty
But the brakes don't work so that gon be a maybe
I'll probably run you over so don't be talking crazy
I'll probably kill your verse so don't be rapping lazy
You need a new flex yeah you need a new hobby
Cause the bars from the car have me in a 5 star lobby
Now I'm getting hungry I can go for some food
And we in the whip so lets hit the drive thru
Checkers got the deal I can go for some fries
I only got 3 bucks cause I'm the type guy
Sitting in the car now chewing on some food
Greasing up my stomach this ain't nothing new
Now I'm heading home can't believe the day is over
Can't wait to chill tomorrow to do this day over
Why you in your underwear?
Cause I got pants in my car, leave me alone
Writer: Jonathan Soba
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid