Lyrics Bet It - Shad Da God

Bet It

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
Fuck 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
Fuck 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'
Beat that little bitch like a case
Beat that little pussy, I fucked 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'
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
Fuck 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
Fuck 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'
Drop-top the whip, got that bitch pressin'
And I cut the blinker on, and my diamonds dancin'
Fuck 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 mofuckin' 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 fuckin' that nat
I pulled up wit' facts
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
Fuck 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
Fuck 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'