Bet

Artist: Kyle Richh Category: Hip Hop
Grah, Grah, like, it's that Sha Gz
Grah, Grah, I can see they energy change

Oh you tryna box? Bet, I was just back on my knock, like
Watch a nigga drop, like, hit a nigga top, like
.45 make em drop, oh he thinkin he tough, I might have to flock
Him I [?] through the bop, him I hit him through the dot
Like what? I can't stop nigga, imma flock
Make the wrong move, then you shot, is you jackin my shit or you not?
I'm tryna spin through that block with the cops outside imma still be on hots
We not letting you rock, niggas and bitches get shot

Fuck it, imma just up it in fashion, like, say the wrong thing we gon tag him, like
With the back of this chop, bitch, we gon shoot up out the action, like
He tryna run, but we clapped him, he jack the opps, ain't no way we could dap him, like
Like, I should've slapped him, like, like, bro tryna crash him, like
He think he tough, but he not, like, I should've clicked every shot, like what?
Who really spinnin my block? Who really touchin my chain and my watch? Like nah
No-Nobody did it, I-I-If that boy tryna touch me, I'm clickin
[?] Blitz hop out with a beam, [?] missin, like, bitch I ain't done with the Smith and-

Oh you tryna box? Bet, I was just back on my knock, like
Watch a nigga drop, like, hit a nigga top, like
.45 make em drop, oh he thinkin he tough, I might have to flock
Him I [?] through the bop, him I hit him through the dot
Like what? I can't stop nigga, imma flock
Make the wrong move, then you shot, is you jackin my shit or you not?
I'm tryna spin through that block with the cops outside imma still be on hots
We not letting you rock, niggas and bitches get shot

Grahh, Pop-pop out the cut, all black with a couple of Glocks
Like, can't run and they know where to run, I catch a body, I'm going up top
B-Beam on, all he seen was the gun, 4 deem with a couple of Glocks
Told-told jack go flip that V, like, I'm tryna send em to Dot
G2C can't fit, why the fuck it can't fit in my sling?
Fresh got beat, looking for wings, ca-catch him again, then we giving him wings
If he not a member, move around, keep a switch if he switch on the team
Think shit sweet, he got shot through the-, like, he got shot through the G

Oh you tryna box? Bet, I was just back on my knock, like
Watch a nigga drop, like, hit a nigga top, like
.45 make em drop, oh he thinkin he tough, I might have to flock
Him I [?] through the bop, him I hit him through the dot
Like what? I can't stop nigga, imma flock
Make the wrong move, then you shot, is you jackin my shit or you not?
I'm tryna spin through that block with the cops outside imma still be on hots
We not letting you rock, niggas and bitches get shot
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