Bet Dat!
(Damn, damn)
(Damn, damn) uh-huh
(What?) Yeah
(Damn, damn) yeah
I just got up on that shit, I'm done got up in that mood (in that mood)
Smoking gelato is Runtz, send a nigga to the moon (to the moon)
You did that shit now it's done, now I'm peeping how you move (peeping that shit)
Really don't wanna get back, I don't need it bitch, I'm bored (I'm cold)
Bitch, you got caught in the act, why the fuck you tryna lie?
Wish I could get it all back, bitch, I'm talking 'bout my time
Whole lotta thoughts about us, then you went and turned to slime (bitch)
No I don't miss it, I'm bool, now I'm back up on my grind (grind)
(Nigga) niggas be thinking we cool, you ain't really one of mine (mine)
Brodie be playing with tools, call a baddie, get you lined (oh, yeah)
I'm just tryna fuck lil' bitch, I don't do the wine and dine
New bitch say she a ten, yeah, lil' baby she a dime (yeah, a dime)
Bitch, I come straight from the block, throw up the West, get in tune (nigga)
Say you want smoke, that's a bet, call up Nazzy, get you boomed (SCE)
You want a problem? Bitch bet that (bet that)
Throw out the whip, I'ma bend that (bend that)
You could get shot where your chest out (chest out)
Kick me a band, I'ma stretch that (stretch that)
That lil' bitch, she's a hoe, and it's crazy 'cause she broke (she is)
F&N five, what I tote, Pink99, what I smoke (what I smoke)
Bitch, you had done what you did
Now you claiming you don't know (oh, now you forgot?)
Tried to lie right to my face, bitch, I've seen it on my own (my own eyes, bitch)
You really thought you was slick, you really thought you was low (fuckin' bitch)
Cannot believe you gon' switch, I held it down to the floor
Tell the lil' bitch like bet, I'm 'bout to go up the score (bitch)
I really hope it was worth it (bitch)
Ain't hold it down, bitch, you worthless (bitch)
Feeling so bad, you're a Trish (bitch)
They do you bad, you deserve it (you don't)
I know you did it on purpose (did)
Asking you what was the purpose (like what?)
Asking you, what was the reason? (Why?)
Bitch you did that, now I'm leaving (I'm gone)
Go ahead and talk to them niggas
I know you really ain't shit (you really ain't shit)
Broke-ass trifling that, steady tryna ride a dick (fuck you bitch)
Catch you outside, I'ma clip you, I'm just saying what it is
Like fuck that broke lil' bitch
I mix the Sprite with the Tris (yeah)
And I mix the Sprite with the Tris
(Damn, damn) uh-huh
(What?) Yeah
(Damn, damn) yeah
I just got up on that shit, I'm done got up in that mood (in that mood)
Smoking gelato is Runtz, send a nigga to the moon (to the moon)
You did that shit now it's done, now I'm peeping how you move (peeping that shit)
Really don't wanna get back, I don't need it bitch, I'm bored (I'm cold)
Bitch, you got caught in the act, why the fuck you tryna lie?
Wish I could get it all back, bitch, I'm talking 'bout my time
Whole lotta thoughts about us, then you went and turned to slime (bitch)
No I don't miss it, I'm bool, now I'm back up on my grind (grind)
(Nigga) niggas be thinking we cool, you ain't really one of mine (mine)
Brodie be playing with tools, call a baddie, get you lined (oh, yeah)
I'm just tryna fuck lil' bitch, I don't do the wine and dine
New bitch say she a ten, yeah, lil' baby she a dime (yeah, a dime)
Bitch, I come straight from the block, throw up the West, get in tune (nigga)
Say you want smoke, that's a bet, call up Nazzy, get you boomed (SCE)
You want a problem? Bitch bet that (bet that)
Throw out the whip, I'ma bend that (bend that)
You could get shot where your chest out (chest out)
Kick me a band, I'ma stretch that (stretch that)
That lil' bitch, she's a hoe, and it's crazy 'cause she broke (she is)
F&N five, what I tote, Pink99, what I smoke (what I smoke)
Bitch, you had done what you did
Now you claiming you don't know (oh, now you forgot?)
Tried to lie right to my face, bitch, I've seen it on my own (my own eyes, bitch)
You really thought you was slick, you really thought you was low (fuckin' bitch)
Cannot believe you gon' switch, I held it down to the floor
Tell the lil' bitch like bet, I'm 'bout to go up the score (bitch)
I really hope it was worth it (bitch)
Ain't hold it down, bitch, you worthless (bitch)
Feeling so bad, you're a Trish (bitch)
They do you bad, you deserve it (you don't)
I know you did it on purpose (did)
Asking you what was the purpose (like what?)
Asking you, what was the reason? (Why?)
Bitch you did that, now I'm leaving (I'm gone)
Go ahead and talk to them niggas
I know you really ain't shit (you really ain't shit)
Broke-ass trifling that, steady tryna ride a dick (fuck you bitch)
Catch you outside, I'ma clip you, I'm just saying what it is
Like fuck that broke lil' bitch
I mix the Sprite with the Tris (yeah)
And I mix the Sprite with the Tris
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