Bet I Could

Lyrics

[Verse 1: FMB DZ] This year I got some big shit off my bucket list Walk in my shoes, I bet you couldn't live up to this Videos like a hockey game, all these icy sticks I'm just sayin', I'm beefin' with your mans then you might get hit What's this shit I'm hearin', niggas tryna get buried With this rocket I start shootin' like I'm Brent Barry Put some money on your kids like the tooth fairy You ain't ready for this shit, boy you too scary Since I been droppin' all these niggas' hoes been actin' different I got a package, you just know me from this rappin' nigga If I gotta act up, it's a wrap for niggas 'Cause I got them toys with me, it ain't action figures Did it in months, name a nigga that could Looked out for you, name a nigga that would It's in my genes nigga, I ain't gotta act hood They payin' me that cheese nigga 'cause my craft good [Chorus: FMB DZ] Bet I could get these niggas in they feelings Bet I could get these bitches in they feelings Bet if I pull up in that bitch and it ain't got no ceiling Bet if I pull up with your bitch, we wasn't just chillin' Bet I could get these niggas in they feelings Bet I could get these bitches in they feelings Bet if I pull up in that bitch and it ain't got no ceiling Bet if I pull up with your bitch, we wasn't just chillin' [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] DZ sold out the complex Growin' up, had a little man complex Baby mama keep sendin' dumb threats But I ain't trippin', we don't answer one text Last year made a million, I can confess Had to get that off my chest, I been dumb stressed A nigga play with me, we make a dumb mess Had to cut them suckers off, that was one less Nigga get knocked down and we the suspect Talkin' all that tough shit on the internet See real niggas, we ain't really into that Runnin' off at the mouth'll get your ceiling cracked This chopper hit your ass, won't get your feeling back Signed to the streets with no deal attached Rap ain't workin', back to dealing crack Couple pounds of gelato, gotta send the pack, it's Philthy [Chorus: FMB DZ] Bet I could get these niggas in they feelings Bet I could get these bitches in they feelings Bet if I pull up in that bitch and it ain't got no ceiling Bet if I pull up with your bitch, we wasn't just chillin' Bet I could get these niggas in they feelings Bet I could get these bitches in they feelings Bet if I pull up in that bitch and it ain't got no ceiling Bet if I pull up with your bitch, we wasn't just chillin' [Verse 3: Cookie Money] I'm a B Street nigga, eighty on my wrist And I ain't get it off rap, I got it off the bitch Ten bands up in Barneys, got it off the brick Bust your bitch wide open, make her do the splits Payed cash for this Ghost, bitch no rentals Gold Forgis got these pussy niggas in they feelings All my niggas tote thirties, all my niggas drillin' We ain't runnin' from no smoke, all my niggas killin' We gotta shoot everybody, we can't leave no witness Got no love for these hoes, we even shootin' bitches Mob ties so I die when it come to business Streets made my heart cold, I ain't got no feelings Rest in peace to my pops, a real fuckin' legend He done had a golden child, a real fuckin' blessing I know he love to see my ball while he smile in heaven Fuckin' hoes and doin' shows all the way to Texas [Chorus: FMB DZ] Bet I could get these niggas in they feelings Bet I could get these bitches in they feelings Bet if I pull up in that bitch and it ain't got no ceiling Bet if I pull up with your bitch, we wasn't just chillin' Bet I could get these niggas in they feelings Bet I could get these bitches in they feelings Bet if I pull up in that bitch and it ain't got no ceiling Bet if I pull up with your bitch, we wasn't just chillin'