Bet

(album: Bay Chronicles - 2019)

(I'm all gassed up)

Bet you can't catch me slipping
I'm in a Range, I'm switching lanes
Bet you can't catch me tripping, ooh
Your boots need to dig in
You ain't his main, fuck is you saying
Bitch, you can't catch me slip, yeah, ooh
Bet you can't catch me slipping
I'm in a Range, I'm switching lanes
Bet you can't catch me tripping, ooh
Your boots need to dig in
You ain't his main, fuck is you saying
Bitch, you can't catch me slipping

Look, Debbie a snack, he want a honey bun on his lap
Hunnid racks on my lap, somewhere blowing a pack, please don't nap
White girl up in this trap, ain't no powder, I'm up on the track
Fuck with the nine 'cause they fucking with cap, they throwing bullets, I promise you that
Too much sauce, though, can't hold me
Got the eighth on me like Kobe
So many soundchecks, I need a rollie
So many countries, they know me
How many rappers, I could off ten, that's a morning, I do all fits
Buy you bitches brand new coffin and do kush-ups in my office
Way I'm 'bout to get it, these hoes mad
At the intersection, might turn crab
Side bitch, I'll take a rain check, and this rain check say I stay blessed
Pockets 'bout to bust at the seams, money like it grow on trees
It's Debbie, yeah, play the side bitch, been the hottest thing since topic

Bet you can't catch me slipping
I'm in a Range, I'm switching lanes
Bet you can't catch me tripping, ooh
Your boots need to dig in
You ain't his main, fuck is you saying
Bitch, you can't catch me slip, yeah
Bet you can't catch me slipping
Bet you can't catch me slipping
Bet you can't catch me slipping
I'm in a Range, I'm switching lanes
Bet you can't catch me tripping

Bet you can't catch me slipping
Off top, catch me fiddy, ey
Wanna know, boy, keep tricking
Hit this boy, keep wishing, ey
One eighty-seven, I'm killing em
Sound of a cannon, I'm filling 'em
Haters ain't shot when they drilling em, they might let it shoot, shoot
You know my squad, for sho' my squad
Don't think Ima flip my hair and say "oh my God"
Mad at me, you might be tweaking
Over what I can't change, though
Man in my DMs but I still think he a lame-o, ey
This ain't X and Os
All my exes know
They go supernova off this supersoaker
Want it soon as they awake, wake, wake
Sweet tooth, got 'em chasing for this cake, cake, cake
Now I'm running up a check, but never let 'em check me, hoe
It's Debbie with the good head, don't confuse me with Becky
Now my money balance lovely, ey, but you won't catch me tripping
I stay with a foreign that you might catch me whipping

Uh, bet you can't catch me slipping
I'm in a Range, I'm switching lanes
Bet you can't catch me tripping, ooh
Your boots need to dig in
You ain't his main, fuck is you saying
Bitch, you can't catch me slip, yeah
Bet you can't catch me slipping
Bet you can't catch me slipping
Bet you can't catch me slipping
I'm in a Range, I'm switching lanes
Bet you can't catch me tripping