"Bet Not Lack" lyrics
(Swear your shit go fuckin' crazy)
Uh, yeah, uh
Uh, huh, uh, uh
Brr
These niggas bet' not lack
Opp nigga make me mad, won't send no text, I'ma pull up dressed in black (Rrah)
It's a few opps who ain't catchin' it, if you ain't stretched, we still gon' catch that hat (Bah)
Killed the main nigga that spinned and do it again, we ain't cuttin' the opps no slack (Rrah, rrah)
Uh, I pop one, then I pop two, then went up six shouldn't've dissed my nigga (Grrah, grrah)
Even though I got racks, got a whole lot of straps, ain't droppin' no bag, I move comin' to get you
Still the same nigga that they used to call for the smoke, my pockets just got a lil' bigger
Tryna mean mug in the pic with his bro and them blicks, so you know they some bitch-ass niggas
Fell on the ground when I came through blowin' (Pew, pew)
Shot hit the curb, fuck he thought he was goin'? (Pew-pew-pew-pew)
They thought I was done, reloaded the clip
Could've stopped— uh, but I kept on blowin' (Rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah)
Most of these niggas who tough on the 'net not in the streets, never stood over nothin'
Wanna show me you love me? Leave somethin' bloody
I wanna hear how the nigga was gushin' (Pew)
The opps' block just like a gym, shoot at the rim (Pew-pew), play ball and I score me a bucket
Opps on live right now, I'm on the way by myself in a car, run the lights, I'm rushin' (Pew-pew)
Niggas just talk that shit, but we 'bout that shit, like a twirly, we catch 'em and flush 'em
It's a few opps I wanna kill myself, told foenem they catch 'em, they better not touch 'em, nigga
Huh, these niggas must be stupid
In the streets, it ain't no love, nigga, nigga, they been killed Cupid
Been a shooter, still a shooter (Pew-pew), fourteen with a fire, we gon' make it with hoopin'
Whoever told the opps to beef with us goin' to Hell, they ass a bad influence (Fah, fah)
Broke-ass nigga ain't have no car, couldn't catch him a ride, so he got caught walkin'
Brrt, bah, fah-fah
Bitch-ass nigga, that's for all that talkin'
He tried to run, guess he ain't have a gun, jumped out with my chop, gun near hawked him (Pew)
We the main reason they watchin' these cars, bail out, blitz whenever we caught 'em
Niggas just not shootin' back, for years (Rrah), gettin' patched, I guess you could say that we taught 'em (Rrah-rrah)
Still in the field, still doin' them drills
Post on the block with the shotties and bottles
We the lil' niggas who killin' the killers
Want somethin' dead, foenem gon' call us
Murder for hire, shot out his tires, spilled lil'— shh, he got caught with his daughter (Shh)
Ain't payin' for shit and she know I got money
Bum-ass bitch, get the fuck out my face
Stuck in some beef, don't want no peace (Pew)
Uppin' the score, then we raisin' the rate (Pew, pew)
Brung out the AP today tryna find somethin' to spank (Rrah), lil' Boogs put a B on a Drac'
Niggas aimin' for legs, we aimin' for heads (Grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah)
I'm tryna shoot an opp all in his face
We got the drop and it's 7 o'clock
Spinned right now, we ain't even tryna wait
Niggas think they gon' hustle, but there ain't no trappin' today (What?), kill an opp on the way to his plate
Pull right on side of his ride and do him like Biggie (Rrah), all out the window with Drac'
It ain't no guns in the joint, foenem in the prison, he called me and showed me his shank
(Swear your shit go fuckin' crazy)
Uh, yeah, uh
Uh, huh, uh, uh
Brr
These niggas bet' not lack
Opp nigga make me mad, won't send no text, I'ma pull up dressed in black (Rrah)
It's a few opps who ain't catchin' it, if you ain't stretched, we still gon' catch that hat (Bah)
Killed the main nigga that spinned and do it again, we ain't cuttin' the opps no slack (Rrah, rrah)
Uh, I pop one, then I pop two, then went up six shouldn't've dissed my nigga (Grrah, grrah)
Even though I got racks, got a whole lot of straps, ain't droppin' no bag, I move comin' to get you
Still the same nigga that they used to call for the smoke, my pockets just got a lil' bigger
Tryna mean mug in the pic with his bro and them blicks, so you know they some bitch-ass niggas
Fell on the ground when I came through blowin' (Pew, pew)
Shot hit the curb, fuck he thought he was goin'? (Pew-pew-pew-pew)
They thought I was done, reloaded the clip
Could've stopped— uh, but I kept on blowin' (Rrah-rrah-rrah-rrah)
Most of these niggas who tough on the 'net not in the streets, never stood over nothin'
Wanna show me you love me? Leave somethin' bloody
I wanna hear how the nigga was gushin' (Pew)
The opps' block just like a gym, shoot at the rim (Pew-pew), play ball and I score me a bucket
Opps on live right now, I'm on the way by myself in a car, run the lights, I'm rushin' (Pew-pew)
Niggas just talk that shit, but we 'bout that shit, like a twirly, we catch 'em and flush 'em
It's a few opps I wanna kill myself, told foenem they catch 'em, they better not touch 'em, nigga
Huh, these niggas must be stupid
In the streets, it ain't no love, nigga, nigga, they been killed Cupid
Been a shooter, still a shooter (Pew-pew), fourteen with a fire, we gon' make it with hoopin'
Whoever told the opps to beef with us goin' to Hell, they ass a bad influence (Fah, fah)
Broke-ass nigga ain't have no car, couldn't catch him a ride, so he got caught walkin'
Brrt, bah, fah-fah
Bitch-ass nigga, that's for all that talkin'
He tried to run, guess he ain't have a gun, jumped out with my chop, gun near hawked him (Pew)
We the main reason they watchin' these cars, bail out, blitz whenever we caught 'em
Niggas just not shootin' back, for years (Rrah), gettin' patched, I guess you could say that we taught 'em (Rrah-rrah)
Still in the field, still doin' them drills
Post on the block with the shotties and bottles
We the lil' niggas who killin' the killers
Want somethin' dead, foenem gon' call us
Murder for hire, shot out his tires, spilled lil'— shh, he got caught with his daughter (Shh)
Ain't payin' for shit and she know I got money
Bum-ass bitch, get the fuck out my face
Stuck in some beef, don't want no peace (Pew)
Uppin' the score, then we raisin' the rate (Pew, pew)
Brung out the AP today tryna find somethin' to spank (Rrah), lil' Boogs put a B on a Drac'
Niggas aimin' for legs, we aimin' for heads (Grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah)
I'm tryna shoot an opp all in his face
We got the drop and it's 7 o'clock
Spinned right now, we ain't even tryna wait
Niggas think they gon' hustle, but there ain't no trappin' today (What?), kill an opp on the way to his plate
Pull right on side of his ride and do him like Biggie (Rrah), all out the window with Drac'
It ain't no guns in the joint, foenem in the prison, he called me and showed me his shank
(Swear your shit go fuckin' crazy)
Writer(s): Mark Zakharov, Dashaun Bradley
