Bet It Lyrics

[Intro]
(f*ck your vibes, we got our own)
Ohh
(Hell yeah, TrapGoKrazy)

[Chorus]
He say let's bet it, I say let's bet it
I keep that gas like unleaded
GM the whip, that's a GM that Chevy
GM the whip, that's for get money really
We runnin' red lights like on Belly
f*ck the police, know they already smell it
We gon' pull off in the whip like we blowin'
I can pull up on that bitch like she hoein'
3500 for my lungs
f*ck on that bitch then I gotta perform
All of this drip came from Milan
I get that bitch head like a salon
Get that bitch head like a condition
Oil in my cup like a transmission
Glock in my bed, that's my tradition
I ain't 'bout to wake up wit' shit missin'

[Verse 1]
Beat that little bitch like a case
Beat that little p*ssy, I f*cked up her lace
Whippin' in the traphouse, and I bought 'bout 10k, no, no, no, they don't wanna race
Whippin' that work and it turn into paste
I'm sippin' that raw out the pint today
8 racks the AP, it's a bright little day
I'm bumpin' that Drake wit' a dirty Drac'
Know that nigga got dropped on the block, they said it was fake
Them niggas be trappin' right where I stay
It's a drug factory, no cheesecake
I sipped my fizzy and blinked my eyes and I woke up in LA
I got this weed came from the bay
Can leave you sleepin' right where you stand
We leave you sleepin' right where you stand
Flip pints, know it, and I got my man
These niggas, they money mini like a van
And I can't even fit my money in my hand
I sip on my Fanta, woke up on a Xan'
I woke up wit' 10 minutes 'til we land
Got on these diamonds white like a Klan
I got these little bitches on the white Xan'

[Chorus]
He say let's bet it, I say let's bet it
I keep that gas like unleaded
GM the whip, that's a GM that Chevy
GM the whip, that's for get money really
We runnin' red lights like on Belly
f*ck the police, know they already smell it We gon' pull off in the whip like we blowin'
I can pull up on that bitch like she hoein'
3500 for my lungs
f*ck on that bitch then I gotta perform
All of this drip came from Milan
I get that bitch head like a salon
Get that bitch head like a condition
Oil in my cup like a transmission
Glock in my bed, that's my tradition
I ain't 'bout to wake up wit' shit missin'

[Verse 2]
Drop-top the whip, got that bitch pressin'
And I cut the blinker on, and my diamonds dancin'
f*ck around, Beverly Hills my plate, tonight I might eat fancy
Young nigga gotta live it up 'cause I'm goin' right back to the trap in the future
Nigga got a spot beatin' like a producer
Anytime I knew where I'm always at, I been had bought a bazooka
And I'm trying to come off of some of that neck, shawty been coming wit' them roosters
I was geeked up off that yellow Xan', lookin' like a loser
Ay look, extorted your mof*ckin' cup, I'm sayin' them straight drop burnin' me
I told that bitch we gon' pull up, so that bitch pulled up wit' a 33
I got a little bitch, that's a biddie piece
I'm geeked up on oil
I'm drivin' wit racks
They play me that pack
I'm sendin' that back
I'm f*ckin' that nat
I pulled up wit' facts

[Chorus]
He say let's bet it, I say let's bet it
I keep that gas like unleaded
GM the whip, that's a GM that Chevy
GM the whip, that's for get money really
We runnin' red lights like on Belly
f*ck the police, know they already smell it
We gon' pull off in the whip like we blowin'
I can pull up on that bitch like she hoein'
3500 for my lungs
f*ck on that bitch then I gotta perform
All of this drip came from Milan
I get that bitch head like a salon
Get that bitch head like a condition
Oil in my cup like a transmission
Glock in my bed, that's my tradition
I ain't 'bout to wake up wit' shit missin'

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