I bet it all kickback
I bet it all hit when you heard this shit
Bet you had to run shit back
No time on my wrist
You can try to hit my b***h
But I bet she won't hit back
And if she ever did that was never my b***h
Tell her call that shit a mismatch
Told her take me off of dispatch
This bat
Always had to do the most
Move the plays for the coast
Get a bag for the whole gang
And multiply triple fold
Need my slices and my crust
My shoebox finna bust
I'm the type to have a bag
And keep it on the low
And act like I'm stuck
I bet it all hit when the beat drop
My n****s tote like cowboy bepop
You n****s still buzzin off the rerock
I been poppin since yah bitch wore Reeboks
I'm still pouring through her speakers
Been cut her off
But she hit me when she be here
Can't talk slick
When you know you wanna be here
Know I'll always hit
But I see her when I see her
I'm staying out the Aco
No hot shit young nigga gotta lay low
Mi amor never looking for the peso
Next year I might put her on the payroll
Been a minute since I heard somebody no
Independent even if I'm on the label
Couple more checks coming off the payroll
Time clock only gonna get yah play dough
I bet you can't cook like me
Move out the city still booked like me
Girl I know you wish yah n***a moved like me
06 the game in a fresh white T
And since I came got them eyes on me
Talking sly lil mama put them thighs on me
Saw me at the let out
Put my name in her phone
Bumping Donell Jones
Asking what's it gone be
I just changed the clip
If it can't make a dollar it ain't making sense
Gotta kiss the ring or you'll feel the fist
Boy we too official when we do the shit
Made a play off MSSNG.
Now me making flips
Told the team we can do this shit
Let's piece it up and let's stack our chips
Let's triple that and let's reinvest
Man reinvest yeah
I bet it all kickback
I bet it all hit when you heard this shit
Bet you had to run shit back
No time on my wrist
You can try to hit my chick
But I bet she won't hit back
And if she ever did that was never my b***h
Tell her call that shit a mismatch
Told her take me off of dispatch
This bat
Always had to do the most
Move the plays to the coast
Get a bag for the gang
Multiply triple fold
Need my slices and my crust
My shoebox finna bust
I'm the type to have a bag
And keep it on the low
And act like I'm stuck
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I bet it all kickback
I bet it all hit when you heard this shit
Bet you had to run shit back
No time on my wrist
You can try to hit my b***h
But I bet she won't hit back
And if she ever did that was never my b***h
Tell her call that shit a mismatch
Told her take me off of dispatch
This bat
Always had to do the most
Move the plays for the coast
Get a bag for the whole gang
And multiply triple fold
Need my slices and my crust
My shoebox finna bust
I'm the type to have a bag
And keep it on the low
And act like I'm stuck
I bet it all hit when the beat drop
My n****s tote like cowboy bepop
You n****s still buzzin off the rerock
I been poppin since yah bitch wore Reeboks
I'm still pouring through her speakers
Been cut her off
But she hit me when she be here
Can't talk slick
When you know you wanna be here
Know I'll always hit
But I see her when I see her
I'm staying out the Aco
No hot shit young nigga gotta lay low
Mi amor never looking for the peso
Next year I might put her on the payroll
Been a minute since I heard somebody no
Independent even if I'm on the label
Couple more checks coming off the payroll
Time clock only gonna get yah play dough
I bet you can't cook like me
Move out the city still booked like me
Girl I know you wish yah n***a moved like me
06 the game in a fresh white T
And since I came got them eyes on me
Talking sly lil mama put them thighs on me
Saw me at the let out
Put my name in her phone
Bumping Donell Jones
Asking what's it gone be
I just changed the clip
If it can't make a dollar it ain't making sense
Gotta kiss the ring or you'll feel the fist
Boy we too official when we do the shit
Made a play off MSSNG.
Now me making flips
Told the team we can do this shit
Let's piece it up and let's stack our chips
Let's triple that and let's reinvest
Man reinvest yeah
I bet it all kickback
I bet it all hit when you heard this shit
Bet you had to run shit back
No time on my wrist
You can try to hit my chick
But I bet she won't hit back
And if she ever did that was never my b***h
Tell her call that shit a mismatch
Told her take me off of dispatch
This bat
Always had to do the most
Move the plays to the coast
Get a bag for the gang
Multiply triple fold
Need my slices and my crust
My shoebox finna bust
I'm the type to have a bag
And keep it on the low
And act like I'm stuck
I bet it all hit when you heard this shit
Bet you had to run shit back
No time on my wrist
You can try to hit my b***h
But I bet she won't hit back
And if she ever did that was never my b***h
Tell her call that shit a mismatch
Told her take me off of dispatch
This bat
Always had to do the most
Move the plays for the coast
Get a bag for the whole gang
And multiply triple fold
Need my slices and my crust
My shoebox finna bust
I'm the type to have a bag
And keep it on the low
And act like I'm stuck
I bet it all hit when the beat drop
My n****s tote like cowboy bepop
You n****s still buzzin off the rerock
I been poppin since yah bitch wore Reeboks
I'm still pouring through her speakers
Been cut her off
But she hit me when she be here
Can't talk slick
When you know you wanna be here
Know I'll always hit
But I see her when I see her
I'm staying out the Aco
No hot shit young nigga gotta lay low
Mi amor never looking for the peso
Next year I might put her on the payroll
Been a minute since I heard somebody no
Independent even if I'm on the label
Couple more checks coming off the payroll
Time clock only gonna get yah play dough
I bet you can't cook like me
Move out the city still booked like me
Girl I know you wish yah n***a moved like me
06 the game in a fresh white T
And since I came got them eyes on me
Talking sly lil mama put them thighs on me
Saw me at the let out
Put my name in her phone
Bumping Donell Jones
Asking what's it gone be
I just changed the clip
If it can't make a dollar it ain't making sense
Gotta kiss the ring or you'll feel the fist
Boy we too official when we do the shit
Made a play off MSSNG.
Now me making flips
Told the team we can do this shit
Let's piece it up and let's stack our chips
Let's triple that and let's reinvest
Man reinvest yeah
I bet it all kickback
I bet it all hit when you heard this shit
Bet you had to run shit back
No time on my wrist
You can try to hit my chick
But I bet she won't hit back
And if she ever did that was never my b***h
Tell her call that shit a mismatch
Told her take me off of dispatch
This bat
Always had to do the most
Move the plays to the coast
Get a bag for the gang
Multiply triple fold
Need my slices and my crust
My shoebox finna bust
I'm the type to have a bag
And keep it on the low
And act like I'm stuck
Writer: M Campbell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid