Ok Bet lyrics

[Intro]
Huh?
Nah, for real
(My n*gga Lee, I think we got another one)
Huh?

[Chorus]
n*ggas keep playing, man, that sh*t don't make sense
When I know twenty n*ggas that's gon' take hits
White gold, bust Patek full of paint chips
Lil' n*gga, but my bag big as Saint Nick
All my n*ggas shake sh*t just like fake bricks
I love me a pretty b*tch that's gon' take di*k
When I got shot, n*ggas played with me, huh
When them n*ggas got shot, I ain't say sh*t

[Verse]
Every day, I play the hood like I ain't rich
I'm really up some dog sh*t off Create checks
n*ggas say they gon' kill me, okay, bet
But I ain't even bust a sweat, them boys ain't threats
That sh*t ain't sh*t, n*gga, watch my new kit
Left a sixty with Gary, all blue sh*t
My new b*tch, she the one, but she too thick
I can't be doin' certain sh*t, man, I'm too rich
You want n*ggas out your way, you gotta move sh*t
We ain't goin' around n*ggas, we go through sh*t
I hate the court, we don't accept pleas, we shoot sh*t
I'm walking 'round rich as f*ck, on my Jew sh*t
These rap n*ggas eatin' di*k, Jeffrey Dahmer
Playin' half-and-half, both sides, Arnold Palmer
Huh, shoot a n*gga with a smile, I couldn't be calmer
n*gga think he gon' scare me just because he holler (Ayy)
A couple n*ggas played with me knowin' that they need me
Huh, now I'm two million up, I feel like I'm Peezy
All my fiends want to see brown, I ain't Breezy
All the b*tches still wanna f*ck me and they know I'm sleazy
Truck full of 'bows, neck full of gold
Hugh Hefner in my house, bed full of hoes
I got a check, so I spent a check on my watch
Put a check on my opps, go check on my opps
Let me see 'em outside, they getting stretched on that block
If you love me, baby, put your neck on my c*ck
Rose gold tint, all white Patek
Ten steppers with me and they all like static (Huh)
Is that ass real? Baby, let me grab it (Huh)
All my b*tches gotta be pretty and thick as the rabbit
Man, I love cheatin', it's just a habit
I love Mike Amiri, even spend sh*t in fashion
I love getting money, it make me happy
I know how to get sh*t done just like my daddy (Huh)
When they hear I'm in town, them boys get frantic
They know Mike Mo with me, them boys don't panic
Westside n*gga, I'm a Eastside don
Eastside adopted me, I'm with Eastside Juan
Took a fifty up to Gary, told him freeze my time
You need to take your ice back, man, see, mine shine
Y'all got the good opps, man, see, mine lyin'
What a time to be alive, n*ggas keep on dyin'
Man, flights ain't cheap, but I keep on flyin'
n*ggas wanna be around Skilla, he got signed
They all di*k suckers, yeah, y'all di*k suckers
I think I love all my hoes right until we quit f*ckin', huh
Skilla Baby and the gang got this b*tch jumpin'
Spent a hundred on my chain, man, this b*tch bussin'
All the kids love me, I'm finna quit cussin'
Rich as f*ck, but I'm still in this b*tch thuggin' (My n*gga Lee, I think we got another one)
[Bridge]
We ain't goin' around n*ggas, we go through sh*t
Put a check on my opps, go check on my opps

[Chorus]
n*ggas keep playing, man, that sh*t don't make sense
When I know twenty n*ggas that's gon' take hits
White gold, bust Patek full of paint chips
Lil' n*gga, but my bag big as Saint Nick
All my n*ggas shake sh*t just like fake bricks
I love me a pretty b*tch that's gon' take di*k
When I got shot, n*ggas played with me, huh
When them n*ggas got shot, I ain't say sh*t