Alr Bet Lyrics

Alright bet that's how it's bout to go I'm bout to call my gang to slide, come slide

I'm talking vamonos We gon' slide to yo block and make y'all

Fall like dominoes If I caught Kenny with that Glock you know

That he is bound to blow And if you talking out yo top then I guess

It is time to go Am I tweaking off this wock or is the time

just moving slow

Fuck it I'm finna go grab a pound cause my QP is low

Huey do not play around you talk I'll leave you on the flow

Got P's and cheese and then some mo' Got brothers that'll run inside your house

and kick yo do Got others on the legal route you wouldn't

even know They touch a bag cause they don't run

They mouth Getting cheese the legal way they could probably

build you a house Yo dad even a rat, I guess that's why his

Son is a mouse That's why his son is a rat

And you couldn't even up roll I spent a band on all my tats

If they caught you bet you told If they catch Me bet it's cap

You be lacking with no pole I'll be clutching on My strap

You be sliding with your bros I'll be dolo with no mask

You go ask yo bros for money I pull up I got that bag

If my brothers tell me go I'ma go I'll go do that Dash

They really thought it was over alright bet we Taking over 2023

Huey shit TNØ shit gang shit y'all know what's Going on

Don't ever sleep on us or else you on some Lame shit

Alright bet this how it's bout to go I'm finna Call my gang

The only gang I know is TNØ And if you think Shit sweet we'll do a sweep

And get you blown I'm off the Za up in a wood

It got me stuck just like I'm stoned They try to Take Huey style but Huey can't

Be cloned You be flexing stolees but the whips I'm in

Is always on You got put on the shit I got it was All

On my own I be in my zone get my cheese get My bag and

Go home Huey be alone it be ringing don't pick

Up his phone Cause he be in his stu telling you What

Really go on He be in his stu putting all his Feelings

In his songs He just go along but he gon tell You where

You went wrong Huey lungs is strong he blow a wood and right

After a bong And if you take too long your Spot is gone

And you can't come back on Now your spot is Set yeah you a op but not

Even a threat When I shoot it's wet every shot I take it is all net I am at your neck we ain't stopping until

You get flexed Remember when he snitched I Ain't tripped

I just said bet