Bet On Myself Lyrics

Yea

I been in my bag these niggas is mad

Hit up my plug cause that nigga got gas

I fuck it up and they give me congrats

Said fuck a little cookie man I need a pack

Cause I double down and I make it right back

I hop on the beat and it's under attack

I bet on myself I didn't even need racks

They listen to me like the wire is taped

All in my business like where is he at

I hit a show and spin it right back

Like what do you know

They paying the flow

I get a crown and I drip it in gold

Slap it with diamonds and now that bitch froze

They want the talent that i'm fixing to show

I got the mallet but i'm not a judge

I promise you that I don't give a fuck

I fell in love with the hundreds and dubs

So the pay a fee when I walk in the club

I don't want to hear it just give me that gouda

If you play around better call up to Buda

I'm with my goons an them niggas be shooting

And you not about it like who are you fooling

I look at my homie and tell him to cool it

If you lie one more time then I tell him to do it

December my neck I just got a new jeweler

And I got a new check and I think it is zooted

I came in the game an they think i'm recruited

But I started everything that I am doing

Fuck all the fame I just want to do music

I don't want your girl but my nigga she choosing

I don't want to say it but nigga you losing

You looking real sleepy like buddy be snoozing

All on my fusion the way that I do shit

Standing in place they don't fuck with the movement

Stop acting foolish, i'm back on my bullshit

My nigga don't fuck with Camaro my nigga drive Porsches

I came on the field and I left these little niggas astonished

And not to go be on no sweet shit but nigga I flourish

Niggas think i'm in the grave

Throwing that dirt on my name

Thinking they knowing my pain

But they never turning a page

I got a little wind so i'm making a wave

It's a hundred percent, that what i'm a take

He stepping up cause he thinking he brave

They better back down cause I got a k

Ain't doing no cuts, I don't need a fade

You had a buzz, but now that played

Rollie big buss, like an escalade

Three bad hoes an they love champagne

Just heard my song like yesterday

And it ain't on aux but its on replay

Get the fuck out my face and on with your day

And I pay myself so i'm about to get a raise

Put me on a song and I bet it gone pop

Going dumb with a drum pointed at your top

And you might get hit but I won't send shots

Cause I got good weed can roll no opps

Them niggas be weak can't hit my block

And my shit heat when you get that drop ship

I started wondering how you get fronted an still end up with nothing

These niggas be jocking they bitches be flocking i'm using my free time like fuck it

I'm counting dinero in a fucking Camaro, I told my runner need to upgrade

To the man in the mirror, I see it clearer I swear to god we on the same page

We running the city and we get it litty, i'm bussed down on the front page

Yessir

Space Kidet in this hoe, appreciate y'all rocking out with me

You hear me, chains clanking on the freestyle a little bit

Yessir we going up, lets get it