bet that lyrics – trick daddy

“bet that”
(feat. chamillionaire, goldru$h)

[chorus: trick daddy]
sittin high, still ridin dem big whips
still fly, still grindin, getting big checks
still thuggin, still leanin to the baaack, you can bet that
you can bet that i ride i shine, n*gg* you can bet that
i smoke, i drank boy you can bet that
22’s, 24’s all we roll…i’m a dope rider fa’ sho

[verse 1]
everyday me and my dog we wylin
7-tre 7-5 dope ridin’
and we ain’t trippin’ on nothin’, just vibin’
big 9 with me ‘cuz a f*ck n*gg* tried me
they already know, how i let him go
kill his *ss and make sho’ at his funeral
how the h*ll a ob gon’ try me?
i’m og on and off tv, see
middle fingers in the air, tell ’em f*ck yall
tryin to hate on my dawgs, h*ll f*ck nah
why you hatin on a n*gg* like that
why you tryin’ to stab a n*gg* in his back
i know some n*gg*z don’t like this
but them n*gg*z is the reason i’m like this
f*ck n*gg*z done made me mad
i’m ’bout to snap ‘n’ put this k on his *ss


[verse 2: chamillionaire]
i pull up bentleys, lookin like they not annoyed
trunk popped up lookin like a tonka toy
if you dont like it you know can get that almond joy (what?)
deez nuts n*gg*, wuddup trick, i got ya boy
i’m clickin’ over, lemme tell her i got another call
ridin’ wit my trunk popped up like i’m “above the law”
tires wet and n*gg* they still drippin’ armor-all
tell me you gon’ fall, and i ain’t got to use the arm at all
bet daddy finna trick ’em, finna flip the paper
chamillinator, me and trick we finna shred a hater
tip the dinner waiter trick ’em like we finna date her
get off ya sleeves let ’em breathe like a ventilator
hey, what can i say me and the king of mia
finna, (hey) finna touch ya n*gg*z and ya finna pay
stay wit it hey you we aint finna play
snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away


[verse 3: trick daddy & (goldru$h) – {both}]
(in the club wit my dogs we wylin’
two straight coup grey dome ridin)
look at cha boy go so many hoes
look in his mouf he got so many gold
(im sippin and i’m goin’
whole click, that’s how we rollin’)
stay fly, stay right if ya didn’t know
(and that’s everywhere that we go)
all i wanna do is
drive my chevy through years
and let ’em sweat the candy paint
aint it right?, ain’t it tight?, ain’t it nice?, yes
n*gg*z like, “who painted that?”
candy apple green, lookin mean anywhere
tweety seat with the digital dash
and a swat just right in the *ss
{they wanna know what i got in here
i got sh*t when it hit betta run ’em up outta here}
they ain’t neva heard nuthin like that
and they ain’t even turned the b*ss up yet
{i love aggressive music
i smoke, i listen to it}
i drank so much, sometimes i think i need to quit but i can’t do it


/ trick daddy lyrics