JT THE BIGGA FIGGA - I Bet Ya lyrics

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I bet ya ain’t gonna shine, I bet ya, I bet ya

I bet ya ain’t gonna shine, I bet ya, I bet ya

[Hook]

I bet you ain’t gonn hit it, I bet you ain’t gonn shine

I bet you ain’t gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies

I bet ya, I bet ya

I bet ya ain’t gonna shine, I bet ya, I bet ya

I’m gonna knock you off your grind

I bet you ain’t gonn hit it, I bet you ain’t gonn shine

I bet you ain’t gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies

I bet ya, I bet ya

I bet ya ain’t gonna eat, I bet ya, I bet ya

I’m gonna run you off of your streets

I bet you gonn pop out, 18 was a drop out

Last day of that high-school, ran up, you got knocked out

Old stories like new ones, fast forward, I bought new guns

Since then I moved 2 tons, of that mid grade it was too fun

Me and johhny go way back, same baggy, same track

Same spot where we moved that, 50-50 on 2 sacks

Smoke it up in extendos, California where the wind blows

Get it in by the FedEx, and you know that my ten folds

Same day that plane land, me and johhny got the same bands

True religion, robin jean, louie v’s, same pants

Different shoes, different dollars with different dudes

Different spots with different money

We dipping out when we dippin through

[Hook]

I bet you ain’t gonn hit it, I bet you ain’t gonn shine

I bet you ain’t gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies

I bet ya, I bet ya

I bet ya ain’t gonna shine, I bet ya, I bet ya

I’m gonna knock you off your grind

I bet you ain’t gonn hit it, I bet you ain’t gonn shine

I bet you ain’t gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies

I bet ya, I bet ya

I bet ya ain’t gonna eat, I bet ya, I bet ya

I’m gonna run you off of your streets

Count money, my backroom, loaded up from the dice game

Big money, big chain, big rangs, big watches

I don’t care cause the niggas plottin

I don’t care I got a nigga to stop em

Sitting outside in the parking lot

With a big thang and they ready to choppin

Defense went offense, money moves I’m cautious

Young niggas is home breed, gather up for this bullshit

Big stacks in my hand, looking over my shoulder

Kevlar on my chest plate, with the glock 40 my holster

Pop and tart my toaster, scrambled eggs with the steak meal

Butter bread with that razor bread, cause a young nigga gonn stay real

Now feed me, rubber bands and shoe boxes

1 boss with a bitch top, as soon as drop top with some head boppin

[Hook]

I bet you ain’t gonn hit it, I bet you ain’t gonn shine

I bet you ain’t gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies

I bet ya, I bet ya

I bet ya ain’t gonna shine, I bet ya, I bet ya

I’m gonna knock you off your grind

I bet you ain’t gonn hit it, I bet you ain’t gonn shine

I bet you ain’t gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies

I bet ya, I bet ya

I bet ya ain’t gonna eat, I bet ya, I bet ya

I’m gonna run you off of your streets

I’ma blow when I know, I’m so sure that I bit the pot

Can’t make Atlanta panic, then they gonn bitch out

Turn your house into a tiger, whole crew with just spots

If not, catch your eyes, so what’s sleeping to stretch you out

Got rid of the glock, had to go ahead and cope the k

Used to rock the fay, or the frow, like doctor jay

Jay ta meet the game like he did doctor dre

In my hood the young niggas will knock you out for a block of yay

I do it for them boys on the yard serving the 10 feet

And the ones that are rock the fans of the...

Take your ree up, nigga we up

Fuck me, bet ya ...

[Hook]

I bet you ain’t gonn hit it, I bet you ain’t gonn shine

I bet you ain’t gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies

I bet ya, I bet ya

I bet ya ain’t gonna shine, I bet ya, I bet ya

I’m gonna knock you off your grind

I bet you ain’t gonn hit it, I bet you ain’t gonn shine

I bet you ain’t gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies

I bet ya, I bet ya

I bet ya ain’t gonna eat, I bet ya, I bet ya

I’m gonna run you off of your streets.