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[Intro] (Fuck your vibes, we got our own) Ohh (Hell yeah, TrapGoKrazy) [Chorus] He say let's bet it, I say let's bet it I keep that gas like unleaded G on the whip, that's a G on 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' [Verse 1] 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 Killing 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 cannot 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 sand [Chorus] He say let's bet it, I say let's bet it I keep that gas like unleaded G on the whip, that's a G on 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' [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] He say let's bet it, I say let's bet it I keep that gas like unleaded G on the whip, that's a G on 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'
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