BET!

Lyrics

[Refrain] Woah, who the fuck they tryna tweet, on go Bout 30 and BJ I eat, no show We pulling up were that boy sleep, big show We don't want some niggas on street I'm doppelgänger, and my partner just hanging My bih' want nunchucks, my niggas start swangin I fill my whole cup with wock and this brisk in container I promise we knock niggas off just like Jenga [Intro] (I love DJ GREN8DE) Bet all that shit up, nigga, I'm with whatever, nigga, on the mob, nigga [Chorus] Bust at that boy 'til he can't walk no more It's been a couple weeks since I talk to Jojo I'm GF 'til I die, still won't play 'bout that four It's some thot hoes with us, I'm tryna roll that boat Tan Kel-Tec, that bih' foldable, I put that bitch in my coat Pull out that rod and go fishing for niggas They can't find that boy like Nemo Sumo he Crip so we just gon' call him C-mo We give him a stitch, he might as well hang with Lilo This Baby Life shit get reckless We stack the bread just like Tetris but we do not look up to Rico They tryna lock my whole gang but we ain't got no RICO This ain't GTA, we shoot niggas for real, we ain't got no cheat code I ain't claiming that bitch, but yeah, that's my hoe [Verse 1] Show me that pussy, just tease it Pull out that gun like Young Wheezy Spray that boy down with freshener but this ain't no Febreze Bust that boy head, concrete If you pop yo gang, you need to keep that in the street, just keep it discreet I'm not Jimmy Butler but I shoot that boy like the heat I miss my woah, you know I go twice about Ri Woah, who the fuck they tryna tweet, on go Bout 30 and BJ I eat, no show We pulling up were that boy sleep, big show We don't want some niggas on street I'm doppelgänger, and my partner just hanging My bih' want nunchucks, my niggas start swangin I fill my whole cup with wock and brisk in container I promise we knock niggas off just like Jenga Huh, we clap a fuck nigga, don't shoot outta anger Don't pipe that boy Kobe head up he had gun with no bullets, he lamer Category of some things, I just won't be the one stranger Pass that hoe and fuck her face, tell me if it's tasty He got the fye in the hand but why the fuck the nigga shaking Huh, can't hit no more licks, I been thinking 'bout taking I'ma wipe that boy nose if he make me Take him on that ride, promise he can't take me Wanna be psyched out, stop all that faking When I was locked up, I seen PTD Brazy get stabbed Nigga be playing both sides thats how you get dragged Card in the lock on my door, I pop that I wag I was locked up, fifth floor, shit sad (Sad) [Interlude] Gang shit, nigga, y'know what the fuck mobbin, nigga On the mobbin, nigga, twice, nigga We can do whatever nigga, on the mob (Yeah) Bet that shit up, then yo' ass wanna snake me, nigga On God nigga, two can play this game (Gang shit, nigga, twice!) (Fuck) We gone be ok [Chorus] Bust at that boy 'til he can't walk no more It's been a couple weeks since I talk to Jojo I'm GF 'til I die, still won't play 'bout that four It's some thot hoes with us, I'm tryna roll that boat Tan Kel-Tec, that bih' foldable, I put that bitch in my coat Pull out that rod and go fishing for niggas They can't find that boy like Nemo Sumo he Crip so we just gon' call him C-mo We give him a stitch, he might as well hang with Lilo This Baby Life shit get reckless We stack the bread just like Tetris but we do not look up to Rico They tryna lock my whole gang but we ain't got no RICO This ain't GTA, we shoot niggas for real, we ain't got no cheat code I ain't claiming that bitch, but yeah, that's my hoe Bust at that boy 'til he can't walk no more It's been a couple weeks since I talk to Jojo I'm GF 'til I die, still won't play 'bout that four It's some thot hoes with us, I'm tryna roll that boat Tan Kel-Tec, that bih' foldable, I put that bitch in my coat Pull out that rod and go fishing for niggas They can't find that boy like Nemo Sumo he Crip so we just gon' call him C-mo We give him a stitch, he might as well hang with Lilo This Baby Life shit get reckless We stack the bread just like Tetris but we do not look up to Rico They tryna lock my whole gang but we ain't got no RICO This ain't GTA, we shoot niggas for real, we ain't got no cheat code I ain't claiming that bitch, but yeah, that's my hoe [Verse 2] Gotta get that money, this is a must, deodorant They tryna take me away from what I really love to do, I gotta repent The gang faced indictment, that don't make no sense I'm BL4L, my vamps, they cutting that check Take his shit break that boy arm off he tryna flex Catch my main man in New York then I hop on that Jet I don't wanna make love, I just wanna have sex Bitches is so gullible, they only good for that neck If I can't make no money today, I'm upset Its DGTO in that bitch, try me like it's that Soon as I'm off house arrest, pull out that yat I ain't forget bout that shit bitch I get back Shot up houses for you and you do me like that?, BET! (Sayless)