Bet Against You

(albüm: Summer Wave - 2018)

New business, ain't finished
Mothafucking life
They just scared, my cousins sinners
Free med, still tripping
Clipping of the [?], but is exact with my sissors
I'm livin, I'm filling
Like girl, that nigga
Saucing in my Gucci slippers
Gorgeous feet just for my women
Percy Miller, see no limits
Earl Stevens saucing with it
Young Clyde feeling killer
Young Clyde feeling killer

You
(Why she on my, why, why she on my)
(Why she on my, why, why she on my)
Trying to bet against you
Bet against you
(I'm doin')
You
(Why she on my, why, why she on my)
(Why she on my, why, why she on my)
Trying to bet against you
Bet against you

I'm dripping, they slipping
Trying to keep up, but they just ain't got the vision
Follow soon, get busy
I'm pushing my line, while my neck and wrist is freezing
On water, dog walker
If it's problems, if it's problems, if it's problems
In the studio, we get straight to them karmas
Like 2Pac, I got ambitionz of a ridah
I got rocks up in my ring, like I got titles
Can be star like Michael Jordan in the finals
Michael Jordans on my feet, where did you find 'em?
With this shit don't need no mothafucking wind-up

You
(Why she on my, why, why she on my)
(Why she on my, why, why she on my)
Trying to bet against you
Bet against you
(I'm doin')
You
(Why she on my, why, why she on my)
(Why she on my, why, why she on my)
Trying to bet against you
Bet against you