Okay Bet, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Luh Tyler]
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Yeah, n*gga, ayy
Ayy, I'm finna walk this b*tch, n*gga
Yeah, gang

[Chorus: Luh Tyler]
They like, "Tyler, get back on your snap sh*t," okay, bet (Okay, bet, n*gga)
Got like twenty in my f*ckin' pants, sixty on my neck (On my neck, n*gga)
How the f*ck you rappin' 'bout them bands, ain't never seen a check? (Ain't seen no check, n*gga)
b*tch want me to be her man, but I just pass her to the next (Straight to the next)
Boy, we richer than a b*tch, why the f*ck would I be stressed? (Would I be stressed?)
I just woke up, made some f*ckin' bands before your ass got dressed (You ain't even dressed)
b*tch, I hop on any beat and f*ck it up, and make a mess (Uh-uh)
You think Mike Tyson in my blunt, you take a puff, it hit your chest (Boom, baow, n*gga)

[Verse 1: Luh Tyler]
n*gga, I'm the realest in this sh*t, you cannot get more realer (Can't get more realer)
All these diamonds on my f*ckin' chain, it might just cause a blizzard (Brr)
Got this lil' b*tch f*cked up 'bout the kid and I ain't even hit her (Ain't even hit her)
And all these b*tches tryna have my baby like my name was Skilla

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Ski, ha
I took my baby on a ski trip, Luh Tyler (Luh Tyler)
Got people thinkin' I'm a dragon, what I say fire (Ha)
Tell all my hoes that I love 'em, but I'm a liar (I'm a liar)
Goin' through my city, stabbin' sh*t like I'm Michael Myers (Ayy)
n*ggas say they gon' kill me, okay, bet (Okay, bet)
I been tryna put a M in my jeans, these ain't Mek (These ain't Mek)
I been knockin' down the cold hoes, knockin' off the threats (Bop)
n*ggas notice me when I be on the Delta, so I jump on jets (Ha)
[Verse 3: Luh Tyler & Skilla Baby]
n*gga, please don't call my phone, it ain't 'bout cheese, don't wanna talk (Don't wanna talk, n*gga)
Swear to God, you cannot name a f*ckin' beat I did not walk (I did not walk)
If my n*gga see they tryna get it on, he knock 'em off (He knock 'em off, n*gga)
Yeah, my n*gga treat 'em somethin' just like Randy, get 'em Mossed
I don't take no f*ckin' orders, n*gga (What? Yeah)
I don't take no f*ckin' orders 'round this b*tch 'cause I'm the boss (b*tch, I'm the boss)
Man, I think you better go and grab the map, these n*ggas lost (These n*ggas lost)
Ricks on my f*ckin' feet, just like my last name was Ross (Gang, gang)
Money and the family, it ain't nothin' that come before that (Yeah)
I done went back to my old b*tch, man, it's a throwback (It's a throwback, yeah)
You n*ggas let your brothers hold some, them n*ggas so flat (Them n*ggas so flat)
n*gga, we be standin' on the business like it was a doormat (That sh*t a doormat)
n*gga, we was broke, but now we ran it up, so we can't go back (We can't go back, n*gga)
My brodie walked in with a dirty cup, like where the soap at? (Uh-uh)
And that boy be ready to crack a n*gga head to where the yolk at
And all this sh*t I'm sayin' comin' off the head, I never wrote that (Ski)

[Verse 4: Skilla Baby]
n*ggas tryna steal my flow, give me my flow back (Give me my flow back)
I been chillin', I'ma still kill 'em, they don't know that (They don't know that)
I be actin' like I'm innocent, but I be on that (I be on that)
Baby keep on tryna throw that pus*y at me, I don't want that, huh
These n*ggas barkin' on the 'net, pockets so flat (Pockets so flat)
Never see 'em with no money like those boys don't want racks (They don't want racks)
I been tryna chill on the hits, don't make me go back (Chill, chill)
Like a bad barber, I'll push a lil' n*gga 'fro back (Ha)
[Chorus: Luh Tyler]
They like, "Tyler, get back on your snap sh*t," okay, bet (Okay, bet, n*gga)
Got like twenty in my f*ckin' pants, sixty on my neck (On my neck, n*gga)
How the f*ck you rappin' 'bout them bands, ain't never seen a check? (Ain't seen no check, n*gga)
b*tch want me to be her man, but I just pass her to the next (Straight to the next)
Boy, we richer than a b*tch, why the f*ck would I be stressed? (Would I be stressed?)
I just woke up, made some f*ckin' bands before your ass got dressed (You ain't even dressed)
b*tch, I hop on any beat and f*ck it up, and make a mess (Uh-uh)
You think Mike Tyson in my blunt, you take a puff, it hit your chest (Boom, baow, n*gga, yeah)

[Outro: Luh Tyler]
Ski