DJ Abyss - Bet ThatLyrics

[Chorus] Sittin' high, still ridin' dem big whips Still fly, still grindin', getting big checks Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back, you can bet that You can bet that I ride I shine, nigga, you can bet that I smoke, I drank, boy, you can bet that Twenty-twos, twenty-fours all we roll... I'm a dope rider fa' sho' [Trick Daddy] Everyday me and my dog - we wylin' Seven-tre, seven-five dope ridin' And we ain't trippin' on nothin', just vibin' Big nine with me 'cause a fuckin' nigga tried me They already know how I let him go Kill his ass and make sho' at his funeral How the hell a O.B. gon' try me? I'm O.G. on and off TV, see Middle fingers in the air, tell 'em fuck y'all Tryin' to hate on my dawgs, hell, fuck, nah Why you hatin' on a nigga like that? Why you tryin' to stab a nigga in his back? I know some niggaz don't like this But them niggaz is the reason I'm like this Fuck, niggaz done made me mad I'm 'bout to snap 'n' put this K on his ass [Chorus] [Chamillionaire] Hey I pull up Bentleys, lookin' like they not annoyed Trunk popped up, lookin' like a Tonka Toy If you don't like it, you know can get that Almond Joy (What?) Deez nuts, nigga; 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, nigga, 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 M.I.A Finna, (hey) finna touch ya niggaz and ya finna pay Stay wit' it; hey, you, we ain't finna play Snatch ya off the wheels, and you can watch ya rims spin away [Chorus] [Trick Daddy and Goldrush] (In the club wit' my dogs - we wylin' Two straight coup grey dome ridin') Look at cha boy; got so many hoes Look in his mouf; he got so many gold (I'm 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 Ain't it right? Ain't it tight? Ain't it nice? Yes Niggaz like, "Who painted that?" Candy apple green, lookin' mean anywhere Tweety seat with the digital dash And a swat just right in the ass {They wanna know what I got in here I got shit when it hit, betta run 'em up outta here} They ain't never heard nothin' like that And they ain't even turned the bass 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 [Chorus]