BET! lyrics

[Refrain]
Woah, who the f*ck they tryna tweet, on go
Bout 30 and BJ I eat, no show
We pulling up were that boy sleep, big show
We don't want some n*ggas on street
I’m doppelgänger, and my partner just hanging
My bih' want nunchucks, my n*ggas start swangin
I fill my whole cup with wock and brisk in container
I promise we knock n*ggas off just like Jenga

[Intro]
(I love DJ GREN8DE)
Bet all that sh*t up, n*gga, I'm with whatever, n*gga, on the mob, n*gga

[Chorus]
Bust at that boy ‘til he can’t walk no more
It's been a couple weeks since I talk to Jojo
I'm GF ‘til I die, still won't play ‘bout that four
It's a thot hoe with us, I'm tryna roll that boat
Tan Kel-Tec, that bih' foldable, I put that b*tch in my coat
Pull out that rod and go fishing for n*ggas
They can't find that boy like Nemo
Sumo he Crip so we just gon’ call him C-mo
We give him a stitch, he might as well hang with Lilo
This Baby Life sh*t get reckless
We stack the bread just like Tetris but we do not look up to Rico
They tryna lock my whole gang but we ain’t got no RICO
This ain't GTA, we shoot n*ggas for real, we ain’t got no cheat code
I ain't claiming that b*tch, but yeah, that's my hoe
[Verse 1]
Show me that pus*y, just tease it
Pull out that gun like Young Wheezy
Spray that boy down with freshener but this ain't no Febreze
Bust that boy head, concrete
If you pop yo gang, you need to keep that in the street, just keep it discreet
I’m not Jimmy Butler but I shoot that boy like the heat
I miss my woah, you know go twice bout Ri
Woah, who the f*ck they tryna tweet, on go
Bout 30 and BJ I eat, no show
We pulling up were that boy sleep, big show
We don't want some n*ggas on street
I'm doppelgänger, and my partner just hanging
My bih' want nunchucks, my n*ggas start swangin
I fill my whole cup with wock and brisk in container
I promise we knock n*ggas off just like Jenga
Huh, we clap a f*ck n*gga, don't shoot outta anger
Don't pipe that boy Kobe, head up he act cold with no bullets, he lamer
Category of some things, I just won't be the one stranger
Pack the hoe and f*ck her face, tell me if it's tasty
He got the fye in the hand but why the f*ck that n*gga shaking
Huh, can't hit no more licks, I been thinking ‘bout taking
I'ma wipe that boy nose if he make me
Take him on that ride, promise he can't take me
Wanna be psyched out, stop all that faking
When I was locked up, I seen PTD Brazy get stabbed
n*gga be playing both sides thats how you get dragged
Card in the lock on my door, I popped then I wag
I was locked up, fifth floor, sh*t sad (Sad)
[Interlude]
We can do whatever n*gga, on the mob
Bet that sh*t up, then yo' ass wanna snake me, n*gga
On God n*gga, two can play this game
(f*ck) We gone be ok

[Chorus]
Bust at that boy ‘til he can't walk no more
It's been a couple weeks since I talk to Jojo
I'm GF ‘til I die, still won't play ‘bout that four
It's a thot hoe with us, I'm tryna roll that boat
Tan Kel-Tec, that bih' foldable, I put that b*tch in my coat
Pull out that rod and go fishing for n*ggas
They can't find that boy like Nemo
Sumo he Crip so we just gon' call him C-mo
We give him a stitch, he might as well hang with Lilo
This Baby Life sh*t get reckless
We stack the bread just like Tetris but we do not look up to Rico
They tryna lock my whole gang but we ain't got no RICO
This ain't GTA, we shoot n*ggas for real, we ain't got no cheat code
I ain't claiming that b*tch, but yeah, that's my hoe

Bust at that boy ‘til he can't walk no more
It's been a couple weeks since I talk to Jojo
I'm GF ‘til I die, still won't play ‘bout that four
It's a thot hoe with us, I'm tryna roll that boat
Tan Kel-Tec, that bih' foldable, I put that b*tch in my coat
Pull out that rod and go fishing for n*ggas
They can't find that boy like Nemo
Sumo he Crip so we just gon' call him C-mo
We give him a stitch, he might as well hang with Lilo
This Baby Life sh*t get reckless
We stack the bread just like Tetris but we do not look up to Rico
They tryna lock my whole gang but we ain't got no RICO
This ain't GTA, we shoot n*ggas for real, we ain't got no cheat code
I ain't claiming that b*tch, but yeah, that's my hoe
[Verse 2]
Gotta get that money, this is a must, deodorant
They tryna take me away from what I really love to do, I gotta repent
The gang faced indictment, that don't make no sense
I'm BL 4L, my vamps, they cutting that check
Take his sh*t break that boy arm off he tryin to flex
Call my main man at New York then I hop on that Jet
I don't wanna make love, I just wanna have sex
b*tches is so gullible, they only good for that neck
If I can't make no money today, I'm upset
Its DGTO in that b*tch, try me like it's that
Soon as I'm off house arrest, pull out that yat
I ain't forget bout that sh*t b*tch I get back
Shot up houses for you and you do me like that?, BET! (Sayless)