Bet That [Clean] Lyrics
Sittin' high, still ridin' on big whips
Still fly, still grindin', gettin' big checks
Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back
And you can bet that, you can bet that
I ride, I shine, *** you can know
I smoke, I drank Boloco
22's, 24's, how we roll
I'm a Dunk Ryder fo' sho'
Everyday, me and my dog, we wilin'
7 tres, 7 5 Dunk Rydin'
And we ain't trippin' on nothin', just vibin'
Big 9 with me 'cuz a *** try me
They all already know how I let him go
And kill his *** and then show at his funeral
How the hell a O.B. gon' try me?
I'm O.G. on and off TV, see
Middle fingers in the air, tell 'em *** y'all
Tryin' to hate on my dogs? Hell, *** no
Why you hatin' on a n*** like that?
Why you tryin' to stab a n*** in his back?
I know some n*** don't like this
But them n*** is the reason I'm like this
*** done made me mad
I'm 'bout to snap and put this K on his ***
Sittin' high, still ridin' on big whips
Still fly, still grindin', gettin' big checks
Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back
And you can bet that, you can bet that
I ride, I shine, *** you can know
I smoke, I drank Boloco
22's, 24's, how we roll
I'm a Dunk Ryder fo' sho'
I pull up Bentleys, lookin' like they not annoyed
The Dunk popped up lookin' like a Tonka Toy
If you don't like it, you know you can get that Almond Joy
These *** what up, Trick? I got ya, boy
I'm clickin' over, lemme tell her I got another call
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Ridin' with my trunk popped up like I'm above the law
Tires wet, *** they still drippin' Armor All
Tell me you gon' fall and I ain't got to use the arm at all
Bet Daddy finna trick, I'm finna flip the paper
Chamillinator, me and Trick, we finna shed a hater
Tip the dinner waiter, trick 'em like we finna date her
Get off ya sleeves, let him breathe like a ventilator
Hey, what can I say? Me and the king of M.I.A.
Finna, hey finna touch ya *** and ya finna pay
You stay wit it, hey, you, we ain't finna play
Snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away
Sittin' high, still ridin' on big whips
Still fly, still grindin', gettin' big checks
Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back
And you can bet that, you can bet that
I ride, I shine, *** you can know
I smoke, I drank Boloco
22's, 24's, how we roll
I'm a Dunk Ryder fo' sho'
In the club wit my dogs, we wilin'
Do straight cooperate we're ridin'
Look at cha boy, got so many so many
Look at his mouth, he got so many golds
I'm sippin' and I'm rollin'
Whole click, that how we rollin'
Stay fly, stay right if ya didn't know
And that's everywhere that we go
All I wanna do is
Drive my Chevy through this
And let me sweat my candy paint
Ain't it right, ain't it tight, ain't it nice? Yes
*** like, “Who painted that?â€
Candy apple green, lookin' mean anywhere
20 seat with the digital dash
And a swat just right in the ***
They wanna know what I got it, yeah
I got s***, when it hit, it'll run 'em up outta here
They ain't never heard nuthin' like that
And they ain't even turned the bass up yet
I love aggressive music
I smoke, I listen to it
I drink so much sometimes I think
I need to quit but I can't do it
Sittin' high, still ridin' on big whips
Still fly, still grindin', gettin' big checks
Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back
And you can bet that, you can bet that
I ride, I shine, *** you can know
I smoke, I drank Boloco
22's, 24's, how we roll
I'm a Dunk Ryder fo' sho'
