Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BETT , by - Robb Bank$. Release date: 27.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
BETT |
| Ice got me froze |
| Savage life worldwide |
| 4301 forever |
| Bet x8 |
| Bet you don’t swing on that nigga (you won’t) |
| Bet you won’t squeeze on that nigga |
| Bet you won’t bleep on that nigga |
| Watch me, I creep on these niggas (mhmm) |
| Bet x8 |
| My 40 gone leap on that nigga (it do) |
| We hungry, we eating these niggas (we will) |
| Bet you I sleep the fuck nigga |
| Pull off in a jeep with my niggas |
| Bite Down (sure) |
| Bite Down (sure) |
| Bite Down (sure) |
| Bite Down |
| Bite Down (sure) |
| Bite Down (sure) |
| Bite Down (sure) |
| Bite Down (sure) |
| Ima wet him up |
| Even if he ride the bus |
| Snatch his chain where I’m from |
| In the Springs, smart stunnas |
| Griffith pull up in a spaceship |
| It’s a celebration |
| I bring home the bacon |
| Self flock, I got the vacant |
| Me and yo' bitch dating |
| Accuse her ass daily |
| We in the bed fading |
| My fist in her anus |
| Phone all in her playlist |
| The latest, the greatest |
| These specs in my face, so I Cartier framed it |
| My tags made of paper, my Glock got a laser |
| Street nigga with sense, 50 Yamaha cable |
| Phone on the Ridge, come find me |
| Too big for that underground shit, don’t confine me |
| I’m a killer don’t push me, watch how you walk by me |
| Got 10 on my dick, bet yo' hoe try to buy me |
| I’m the king of poppin' all the shit, call me Mikey |
| Yo main bitch off the wall, I can tell that she wildin' |
| I’m a wizard, what’s hitting |
| I shoot from the side |
| And I put my Draco onto all you Hermione’s |
| Bet x8 |
| Bet you don’t swing on that nigga (you won’t) |
| Bet you won’t squeeze on that nigga |
| Bet you won’t bleep on that nigga |
| Watch me, I creep on these niggas (mhmm) |
| Bet x8 |
| My 40 gone leap on that nigga (it do) |
| We hungry, we eating these niggas (we will) |
| Bet you I sleep the fuck nigga |
| Pull off in a jeep with my niggas |
| I dump his mothafuckin' body in the creep with his niggas |
| Miguel, Rell, rip to my niggas |
| I’m on it, wanted, they don’t sweeten me nigga |
| Bam, blindin' boy free all my niggas |
| Got twins wet, yea they synchronize swimming |
| Take yo' fork, guess who coming to dinner |
| And Doon a drug core, so he drink all the liquor |
| Tell yo bitch smoke a port, smell the dick on her breath |
| I’m finna ride, slide, check my vibe |
| Thick bitch, mouth wide |
| Broward’s mine, Woodside, Riverside, Deepside |
| Guess who turned down freshmen list cover twice |
| Know I’m a dragon, I spit with the fire |
| I catch me a body, still fall asleep fine |
| You a punk and a lie, how you sleep at night |
| Bet x8 |
| Bet you don’t swing on that nigga (you won’t) |
| Bet you won’t squeeze on that nigga |
| Bet you won’t bleep on that nigga |
| Watch me, I creep on these niggas (mhmm) |
| Bet x8 |
| My 40 gone leap on that nigga (it do) |
| We hungry, we eating these niggas (we will) |
| Bet you I sleep the fuck nigga |
| Pull off in a jeep with my niggas |