Bet!

Bet
Bet it is
Oh my song trash
I Bet it is
Oh you better than me
I bet you is
Hardest in Michigan
Bet you is
I jus let 'em talk cause the fools jus be thinkin
That instagram followers mean some
Niggas thinkin that millions of followers means millions of dollars
Hell naw that don't mean none
Tryna be So rich that niggas don't know
What's mine what's not cause I buy a lot
Buy a demon an start raisin hell like the whip got some wings
How I'm flying right of the lot
Track hawk jus for the winter my Lamborghini finna sit at the summer house
Cause I'm in the mitten in winter we doin some donuts and racing down Saginaw

If you not my man's for like ten plus years I promise I'll snake you watch yo back
Got love for the guys I'll kill for them few niggas since young we was running laps
Out shooting videos jus for the gram whole lotta straps in the backpack
Whole gang exterminators what they call us cause we get on a rats ass
Bitch trippin thinkin that I'm cheating I can barley stand you
So why would I cheat an go talk to another bitch I can't stand 2
Stand up guy but I don't like jokes everything I say is true
All black in the Stu don't care if it's summer after this I got sum to do
Take care of business
Don't ever press my man's shit get wicked
I got a lot goin for my self but I'll get ignant
I don't play about my family let's get busy
Niggas don't know me for real
I jus let 'em see what I want but really outside callin plays in the field
Niggas finna hate me after this one but that's jus how I feel
Rock wit me now rock wit me later after I sign that deal
I'm no construction worker but I promise I know how to sling that steel
Back to the basics like back to the races go ahead an hop on yo Harley
Next time I see you I hope you confront me I don't wanna hear yo ass say sorry
They say stacks why you callin niggas out cause I jus fear no man regardless
An I hate when niggas fakin In they raps man that shit be garbage
Fuck yo chain fuck yo watch go take a shower in it Nigga
Take yo chain you try to get back we layin flowers on you Nigga
Premeditated we was plotting for like hours on you nigga
If I link up wit a bitch I Keep my finger on the trigga
Man you never know
These bitches grimey they gon set you up walk thru that door
Pump shotty wit some slugs pointed at yo throat
Look around see four niggas in shiesty masks yelling at you to get on that floor nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Howell
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