Skilla Baby - Ok Bet lyrics

Trevon Gardner

[Skilla Baby - Ok Bet lyrics]

Huh? Nah, for real
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Huh?

Niggas keep playing, man
That shit don't make sense
When I know twenty niggas
That's gon' take hit's
White gold, bust Patek full of paint chips
Lil' nigga, but my bag big as Saint Nick
All my niggas shake shit
Just like fake bricks
I love me a pretty bitch
That's gon' take dick
When I got shot, niggas played with me, huh
When them niggas got shot, I ain't say shit

Everyday I play the hood like I ain't rich
I'm really up some dog shit off create checks
Niggas say they gon' kill me, okay, bet
But, I ain't even bust a sweat
Them boys ain't threats
That shit ain't shit, nigga
Watch my new kick
Left for six through with Gary, all blue shit
My new bitch, she the one, but she too thick
I can't be doing certain shit, man
I'm too rich you want niggas out your way
You gotta move shit
We ain't goin' around niggas
We go through shit
I hate the court, we don't accept pleas
We shoot shit i'm walking 'round
Rich as fuck on my juice shit
These rap niggas eatin' dick, Jeffrey Dahmer
Playin' half-and half, both sides
Arnold Palmer
Huh, shoot a nigga wit' a smile
I couldn't be calmer
Nigga think he gon' scare me
Just because he holler (Ayy)
A couple niggas played wit' me
Knowin' that they need me
Huh, now I'm two-million up
I feel like I'm Peezy
All my fans want to see Brown, I ain't Breezy
All the bitches still wanna fuck me
And they know I'm sleazy
Truck full of 'bows, neck full of gold
Hugh Hefner in my house, bed full of hoes
I got a check, so I spent a check on my watch
Put a check on my opps, go check on my opps
Let me see 'em outside
They getting stretched on that block
If you love me, baby
Put your neck on my cock
Rose gold tint, all white Patek
Ten steppers with me and they all like static
Huh, is that ass real? Baby, let me grab it
Huh, all my bitches gotta be pretty
And thick as the rabbit
Man, I love cheatin', it's just a habit
I love Mike Amiri, even spend shit in fashion
I love getting money, it make me happy
I know how to get shit
Done just like my daddy
Huh, when they hear I'm in town
Them boys get frantic
They know Mike Mo wit' me
Them boys don't panic
West side nigga, I'm a East side Don
East side adopted me, I'm with East Side Juan
Took a fifty up to Gary, told him
"Freeze my time"
You need to take yo' ice back, man
See mine shine, y'all got the good opps, man
See mine lyin'
What a time to be alive, niggas keep on dyin'
Man, flights ain't cheap
But I keep on flyin'
Niggas wanna be around Skilla, he got signed
They all dick suckers, yeah
Y'all dick suckers
I think I love all my hoes
Right until we quit fucking, huh
Skilla, baby, in the gang
Got this bitch jumpin'
Spent a hundred on my chain
Man this bitch bussin'
All the kids love me, I'm finna quit cussing
Rich as fuck
But I'm still in this bitch thuggin'
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)

We ain't goin' around niggas
We go through shit
Put a check on my opps, go check on my opps

Niggas keep playing, man
That shit don't make sense
When I know twenty niggas
That's gon' take hit's
White gold, bust Patek full of paint chips
Lil' nigga, but my bag big as Saint Nick
All my niggas shake shit
Just like fake bricks
I love me a pretty bitch
That's gon' take dick
When I got shot, niggas played with me, huh
When them niggas got shot, I ain't say shit
(I ain't say shit)

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