Married to the Game Freestyle Video (MV)

I name my Chevy Betty cause that bitch white
Let's get right, the album on the way dawg just sit tight
Catchin bodies wit this mic, i should tat my face
But I'ma pretty mf, girl you see these waves
Old broads be trippin, they don't believe my age
They say ima silver spoon, they don't believe my rage
My writins so elite these bitches be on my page
You kill me, you kill these secrets, these goin to the grave
I feel takin some weed rn to roll up wit my niggas
Microphone in the basement, i sweat i'm big tigga
You spit bars butchu bitch, you like rah digga
I need 9 figures
Babymom bitter
And I'm like John nigga
Q or wick
Q and Scritch
Spewin hits
Wit just a beat and mixer
Championships
You see the ring, it's Sonny like lister
3some wit her and she, but i did no kissin
I cut my grass too many times, i bet not here no hissin
I be sayin what i want and i ont hear no dissin
These hoes be lovin on Scritchmond
But i aint love em back
And take yo loss like a man
I ain't runnin it back
My ex be wantin me back
But that's old news
I destroy pro tools
And recreate protons
Countin money, smokin weed
More green than 4 lawns
The K ah turn a nigga into swiss like 4 lines
Gun talk from that nigga scritch, shit don't mind it
A nigga just caught rhymin
I rather punch you in ya noodle
Crack you in ya top ramen
I'll make it to the top rhymin
And leave you at the bottom lyin
Hoppin hoods And Switchin colors, no wonder niggas dyin...