Bet I (feat. Trinidad James) - Jacquees & Future

Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick, boom When we at the party, the party don't stop Cause when we at the party, we walk it non-stop When we at the party, the party don't stop Cause when we at the party, we walk it non-stop Damn, girl you got ass Kinda hard to get past Got that short dress on but damn, girl, you got class Car got two-hundred on the dash Champagne all up in your glass I got some weed up in the cut, let's roll one up, smoke a lil' hash Take the stress of your mind Girl, you all type of fine Fine like you 1999, two nickels on my side, one dime I don't care if we're leavin' now, or a little later I know the clock is tickin' down, so shake it, baby Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick, boom When we at the party, the party don't stop Cause when we at the party, we walk it non-stop When we at the party, the party don't stop Cause when we at the party, we walk it non-stop We at the party We at the party We at the party We walk it non-stop Slide in this bitch like, "Woo, woo, slide" All my queens do voodoo Tom Ford dress, so her body suit Girl, you a movie like Hulu She thick, jheeze, couscous Lemon booty, squeeze, loulou This big drip, baby, don't slip up Momma was a freak and her daughter no different Too clean, too crispy Don't catch me now, you gon' miss me Get tipsy, get risky That dress screamin' out, "Come frisk me" I don't care if we're leavin' now, or a little later I know the clock is tickin' down, so shake it, baby Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick, boom When we at the party, the party don't stop Cause when we at the party, we walk it non-stop When we at the party, the party don't stop Cause when we at the party, we walk it non-stop We at the party We at the party We at the party We walk it non-stop Too clean, too crispy Don't catch me now, you gon' miss me Too clean, too crispy Don't catch me now, you gon' miss me Too clean (Yeah), too crispy Don't catch me now, you gon' miss me Too clean (Too clean), too clean Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick, boom When we at the party, the party don't stop Cause when we at the party, we walk it non-stop When we at the party, the party don't stop Cause when we at the party, we walk it non-stop We at the party We at the party We at the party We walk it non-stop

I fucked up and fell in love with the streets Made my first 6 figures off of drugs with her Smoking weed with the robbers, sipping syrup with killas Sunday morning I'm in church but I'm a drug dealer This relationship that we share is unbreakable Your spot bitch you got in my heart is irreplaceable Grandma tried her best to get me to stay away from you Remember when I got locked and I caught my first case with you You taught these fuck niggas and shaste bitches that's why my mothafucking trigga finger always itchin' They want me to leave you alone since I started rapping Dolph saying goodbye to the streets that would never happen For real Its like no matter what I do Where I go What I'm doing Whereever I'm met Across the country doing shows Fucking bad hoes Always wanna go back to the trap Amen, damn I love the streets that's why I'm fucking up in high school I'm breaking rules selling shoes skipping homeroom I've seen the youngest niggas pull up on the [?] On the old school [?] nigga trunk slaming In the streets you can be a ho In these streets you can be a boss You wanna be a hood nigga you gotta make a choice Either selling hard nigga or your playing sports Ain't no diploma in these streets just mo' drama Side bitches who ain't shit jelous baby mamas I done made it out the streets thank god I started rapping But those streets are still in me damn i miss trapping Yeah Like all I know is these streets These streets made me bruh For real My [?] looking scary I keep on selling heroin Screaming free the gang fuck the victim and the jury Just cop me some jewelry Your bitch tell me she dare me Diamonds very pretty [?] my eyes blurry Young Jefe I'ma stunna you a bumma Ayyy Shawty what's your number I said a lot of narcotics, I swear I don't want it I'm looking for some other rappers with some good numbers Label me with the flyest Label me with the highest If I supply it they buy it I used to run it [?] All of this money piling I just can't say goodbye to it Follow Embed Reply... TeeCee 39 10 months ago Man Shit... man Man how the fuck I get into this shit? (FUCK IT) [?] assassins [?] pompano paint? After current Thats why I fuck with niggas that get out here and get it how they live like me Shy Glizzy what's poppin [?] My future looking scary [?] OG got my eyes blurry I sell a lot of narcotics, I swear I dont wanna If I supply it they buy it [?] I used to wanna be Iverson, Now the whole world know who shy is

This shit, this shit, this shit, it's like Velveeta You see what I'm sayin'? It's, it's, it's overload, overload, overload Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most Bodybag Dior, as well as Saint Laurent Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci'), pop collar with a slut Top shotta in the guts, double M, it's a must Maybach, sippin' mud, matte black with the guts Blasted off, enjoy it, blast off in a toy They gon' really get destroyed, they gon' really get employed Transport a lot of guns (Uh huh), take a bad bitch to lunch (Uh huh) I'm too rich to be sober I done fucked off in Gucci, I done bought over ten Rovers Gave a thousand bags to the soldiers I done put a lot on my shoulders (Yeah) I ain't holdin' out, I'm the coldest (Ain't holdin' back) I ain't holdin' back, I'm devoted (Ain't holdin' back) You can be the wave, I'm the ocean (You be the wave) I done ran away with the bands (Yeah) I done fucked the face of a fan (I fucked her face) I done gave away a Cayenne (I gave away) Got the whole world takin' Xans (The world) Ben Franky out the gang gang, turnt up to the max (The max) My lil' goon made a million dollars, now she ain't gettin' whacked My wrist must be on drugs, my ears must be on drugs My chain must be on drugs, I'm lookin' like I'm on drugs My right pocket got drugs, my left side pocket got drugs My pinky finger on drugs, I'm flooded out on drugs Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most Bodybag Dior, as well as Saint Laurent Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci'), pop collar with a slut Top shotta in the guts, double M, it's a must Maybach, sippin' mud, matte black with the guts Blasted off, enjoy it, blast off in a toy They gon' really get destroyed, they gon' really get employed Transport a lot of guns (Uh huh), take a bad bitch to lunch (Uh huh) Blast off in a toy (Uh huh) Whip the soft 'til it's hard (Uh huh) Sadity shit like McCartney (Huh) My whip crazy in the Forgis (Uh-Huh) All my white bitches like it (Uh-Huh) Sendin' a tip where to strike it (Uh-Huh)